"Uncle Pete, you do know that we can't report this, don't you?" Sean asked.Pete hesitated but said, "I guess you're right. What do we do with the body...though?" We could bury him deep so the critters can't dig him up," Seth suggested."We could cut him up and feed him to the hogs," BB said."Ewwwww," Megan complained. "I don't think I would want to eat the bacon from the pigs then."Sean rolled his eyes and asked, "Do we need the body for anything?" He can't tell us anything else," Seth pointed. "He gave her his iPad this morning and he's going to clean off the hard drive of his laptop so she can use it. He was pleasant at breakfast and nice at supper. It sort of scares me." You need to watch her," Andy advised, echoing Rico's sentiments. "She might fixate on him if he's nice to her. She's not used to that." Like she 'fixated' on you?" Regan asked sharply."Sort of," Andy admitted, ignoring Regan's tone. "Like I said, she's not used to having people do nice things for her." It sounds to. "Oh hi babe" she said "why don't you come over? I've got plenty of stuff to unpack, and I could use a big strong man around the place." When I arrived, there was no big hug at the door. There was an air of nervousness and embarrassment, mixed with the expectation of something to come. She looked haggered, upset and as if the last few weeks had really taken their toll on her. She was still beautiful. And my balls still ached for her. She needed comforting. Someone to talk to. She showed me into. But she eventually won and the victory pleased me as I watched the hem climb above Mom's knees and higher, inch by inch, until the top of her nylons were exposed.After Mom sat down she began shuffling through the music books leaning against the piano in front of us. My eyes, however, were aimed between her exposed thighs, following the black straps that clipped onto the wide band of thicker nylon, nestled against the softest flesh I had ever seen, and disappeared into the darkness of Mom's.