"Th'shiel' didna worrk. Th' compu'err said i' woul', I though' i' woul', bu' th' rradiation was climbin' like therre was naethin' a' all betwix' us an... th' nova. Perrhaps I did no' plo' th' courrse prroper. 'Twas me own mista'e ye' again, an' i' damn' nearr kill' us. Had ye no' cas' th' hole when ye did, th' coun'"—he meant radiation count—"woul' ha'e been too high in secon's an' we'd be dead."In actual fact he was blaming himself incorrectly, as later analysis would show. The problem, as. Normally I liked to treat this beautiful man-meat with the respect and devotion that it deserved - a slow passionate build up of oral pleasure. Evidently my son had different plans - that was OK with me.Before David, my oral experience was near-amateur. I infrequently went down on my husband as foreplay - but I never, really, took my time and experienced the joy it was to pleasure a man's cock until it exploded in my mouth. Now, with David, I could not get enough of sucking him! Most Sunday. So I returned to work with a heavy heart. I said little to Jenny and she respected my sadness, saying little but being diplomatically helpful in every way, with the odd gentle touch of my arm or a brush of my head where the hair should have been.As we prepared to leave after work, Jenny laid her hand on my arm."Would you like me to come tonight for the weekend to the flat?" she asked gently."I would," I said. I wanted to say more but the words would not come out."OK," was all she said. I loved. No problem, right?”I shrugged. “I guess not. But, you said that was the first part. What else is there?”“Oh, nothing that you aren’t already doing,” Kathy smiled.“What does that mean?” I insisted.“It just means that you’re going to agree to be available whenever Tim calls you.”“Available? Available for what?“What do you think?” Kathy laughed. “Come on, Suzy, what talents do you have that Tim could possibly want to use?” When I didn’t answer, she shook her head. “Oh, God, sometimes you can be.