He hadn’t meant to kill his mother. She’d been nice to him. She’d even laid with him – laid with him more than she’d even laid with his fath...r. Of course, he couldn’t let the whore keep his baby. It wouldn’t do; it would invite the whole town to look into his business.He’d only meant to knock her unconscious; he figured he could knock her unconscious and then just pound her in the stomach a bit and she’d lose the baby. It wasn’t his fault she’d fallen and hit her head on the stones of the. “You shouldn’tbe telling Superman what to do! Now, let’s have a lookat you.” She inspected her handiwork. The bulge in mysilk briefs was much smaller, and looked like that ofthe voluptuous woman whom I was representing.“Much better!” she said. “Now, let’s cinch up thatcorset a little to give you those Amazonian curves, adda tiara and wig… a little lipstick and mascara…, andthere we have it: The world’s mightiest. He was still talking as he helped her clear the table and pulled a coin from his pocket once they were in the kitchen. "Heads you wash," he said, and tails I do."Janet watched the coin flip into the air and fall tails up. Greg started filling the sink while she stood by, dishtowel in hand, marveling at the mood. He hadn't talked to her like this for months, not even when he had been promoted to his present position only a week before."That's the last of them," he said five minutes later.. She quickly ushered him inside and helped him remove his soaking wet jacket, both of them laughing at his predicament. She hung up his jacket then offered him a seat on her luxurious black leather sofa, this he accepted without hesitation. She then walked into the kitchen to make them both a hot drink. She was just about to turn around to ask him what he would like to drink when she felt his presence behind her.She was startled by his sudden closeness and he gently touched both her arms to.