Plus he demanded I not use any protection and said he was intent on taking me away from you dear. He wanted me to have his baby. I was just overwhel...ed by his charm and good looks darling."I looked at my wife as if she'd lost her mind. However, I'd heard of men who can have that kind of influence on women, who otherwise should be able to resist their advances."Jason honey, I hope you understand. However, I see you two as being in competition. I love both of you, but I want to continue. Stereotypical as it was, he was carrying a skateboard. He had such a beautiful combination of tough and tender i couldn’t stop starring at his beautiful smooth skin…“Hey shit-for-brains!”I came out of my mental fog.“Yes Sir?”Sir? You’re calling me sir? So that’s your deal? You need someone to order you around? Are you some stupid slave boy to a real man somewhere?“Yes, Sir,” I answered. Afraid of where the conversation was headed, but unable to find the strength to change it.“And where is this. He didn't stand a chance. "I ... I don't care." Now Tom," Jen chastised. "Of course you do... You want to look pretty,don't you?" Jeez," he muttered. "Of course you do." As she spoke she rummaged about and held up a shortbaby blue nightie. "Here," she said. "Any of these should fit you. Solet's see which one you like best."Jen handed Tom the pink flowered chemise. "Hold it up to your chest."Tom did as he was told. "Not too bad," Jen commented. "Go over to themirror and see how you like it."In a. ”He lifted her chin and they kissed again. This time it wasn’t a kiss initiated in response to any external influence or show of pretence, but a kiss shared, enjoyed, each lost in the other’s being, until a knock at the door disturbed them.It was her mother knocking. A few moments earlier, she had pushed the ajar door fully open to be confronted by the couple in an intimate embrace, and knocked afterwards, as it was clear they hadn’t noticed her standing there.“Oh, I’m sorry, kids, I should.