M when the doorbell rang. As i peeked down the stairs i saw my mom open the door. Outside the door stood a black guy about 6‘3“ tall and with shor... black hair. He was wearing a blue shirt where his ID-card was attached and short work pants, with his tools in them. He smiled at my mom and told her that he is here to check the electricity meter in the kitchen. My mom let him in and showed him the way to the kitchen. I follwed them quietly, and peeked around the doorframe into the kitchen. My mom. Suddenly Grete appeared in the doorway. I turned onto my stomach with lightning speed and feigned sleep. A few seconds later I felt a hand on my buttocks and her weight beside me as she sat on the bed. I looked up and to my surprise and shame I saw that she was crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and falling in her lap. I felt so guilty. I had done a bad thing and now she was angry with me. I blushed from head to toe, cried myself and said I was sorry and that I would never do it again. No, if these nightmares were a message from the Gods, the message was not that they were displeased with her. She was certain.She did believe more and more that these dreams were some sort of message from the Gods. She knew what modern science thought of dreams; she was neither stupid nor uneducated. But she also knew — in much the same way that the best scientists knew — that scientists didn’t know everything. Scientists couldn’t even explain the most central facts of her life: her two-plus. If anyone was being raped, it was probably him!" Well I've always heard that you can't rape the willing," chuckled Nesho. "And our dear master seemed to be very willing once I beat it into his head that I wanted it as much or maybe even more than he did."Suddenly she looked seriously at Sosho. "How do you feel about what happened? We talked about it before but I really didn't intend to put on a show for you; it just sort of happened and..." She gestured helplessly around at their small.