When I got home, I decided to get some help."Hello?" Hi mom." Grace, it's nice to hear from you. What do you want? I can hear it in your voice." Well,...I'm having a problem with Barry." What did you do?" Why do you always assume it's me?" I know you and I know Barry. What did you do?" He's treating me terribly. He tells me I'm a lousy cook. He says I'm not that interesting. He even took some other woman to the opera because he said she knows more about it than me." He what?" I had to hold the. She was aware, apparently, of oral sex; I had mentioned it to her as part of her sex education, but these terms puzzled her, and I explained they were just slang terms for oral sex. She told me the kids were talking about this, and some of the boys and girls at school were experimenting with oral sex, but she assured me she had not. We had an extensive conversation about this, and she promised me she would not be doing this with any of the boys from school. She did confess to me that she. She pulled into the lot and parked in front of room 106, got out of her car and went up to the office. A couple of minutes later she came back with a key in her hand an opened the door to 106. She came out with an ice bucket a minute later and headed for the ice machine. I knew where the machine was and I knew I would have time to do what I wanted if I hurried. I got out of my car, ran to the room, adjusted the curtains so there would be a small gap and then I raced back to my car. A minute and. He said, “Stand up, Rene.” And I did. “Prove you're not wearing any panties,” moving closer and closer as he talked. “How?” “Show me,” he commanded. “Uh no, you have something to show me, remember?” I answered with both quivering voice and body. “Stop teasing and show me, you little devil woman,” grinning as he spoke. “You started it, Jeff.”(Her next line kills me: I’m sorry Trevor, but I need to get myself and my son ready to go see my parents in the morning. I will write more as soon as I.