” She got up unsteadily and went from me.After that fleeting moment of sex between us, a new sensation of masculinity filled me on that morning of m... twentieth birthday.From then on at home Mom and I began a teasing and pleasing game. Like when she’d called me into her bedroom a few day’s after my birthday.“Hey Dick, help me with new bra hook will you darling?”She was facing her mirror wearing a new black bra which still had the label on it.That was hot shit.My fingers fumbled with the tiny. "She hugged me. "For the next however long you are pretending to be mygenuine baby. I guarantee you if I was really Haley, I would be co-sleeping with you most of the time." Why?" Because Haley struggles for everything, just so she can do the bestfor the baby she loves. I guarantee you she would happily sleep withher baby until she was in elementary school if she needed to." That's weird..." I said.She shrugged. "Not really, I slept in my parents bed off and on until Iwas in fourth grade." I. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for nearly three and a half years, and had never gotten a 'Flash Flash Red Tomato' email.. A hour or so and a few drinks go's past when the young man comes and sits next to you. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asks, "no thank you, I am waiting for my boyfriend" you reply trying to shut down the encounter. "We'll if I was your boyfriend I wouldn't leave you here all by yourself". You just brush the comment aside deciding its not worth effort. With the silent shot down the young man picks himself off and moves back down the bar. Buzz your phone go's off again, seems your boyfriend is going.