I moved my hand to her cheek. She concentrated on the music. Playing. Concentrating. Playing. There was color in her cheeks. I moved both hands to her...shoulders, right at her neck, and she kept on, showing no notice whatsoever. I leaned down and touched my mouth to the top of her head and held myself there. The only way I could tell she felt this was from the way her shoulders went tight. It was when I bent over further and kissed her ear that she stopped again. She was panting. I kissed her. "Shall we continue? We have a long ride yet ahead of us," Zizziriz remarked blandly, floating down the hill."That is incredible!" Illyana said, hugging Jonar's arms with excitement, her breathing rapid and her trim body practically vibrating within her husband's embrace. "Thank you, Jonar! Without you, I would never have even dreamed of seeing such beauty in this life." Jonar looked around at his friends as saw that they were in a similar state of awe so he simply followed the glowing. And then the ignominy of bathing him, of seeing all the intimate and private details of his person that would normally be hidden from her eyes at his stage of life. But what could he do? He had to submit to her touches, her accidental brushes and caresses of his genitals, and knowing all the time that her eyes were seeing his most private of possessions. They were mother and son, but at his age, a young adult, that sense of shame and helplessness seemed to devour him, consume him so completely. Upon this occasion, my clothes were neatly put in my basket, which sat immediately next to the other tenant’s empty laundry basket. Since it was past midnight (we were not supposed to run the washer or dryer past 10 PM, as a courtesy for the neighbors), I realized that whoever had done this, probably had fallen asleep and would pick up their clothes in the morning.As I was getting ready to leave the laundry room, I thought since the person would not be returning soon, I would empty the dryer.