I am ashamed of you.I started to cry. Mom couldn’t handle that as I was a single child and she never scolded me before. She hugged me.Mom: Don’t c...y son, it’s ok.I was still crying.Mom: Don’t cry, son. I know it normal for boys of your age. But you shouldn’t do that with your mom.I hugged her tight. “Don’t you love me any more mom, you think I am a bad boy?”Mom: No, I forgive you. I won’t be angry with you anymore.After that, I stopped crying and we went to sleep hugging each other. While. "I completely understand, but we don't have much to trade and we'll need our supplies for The Pass." Fanning herself, Amelia let out an airy laugh. "I'm not cruel, Tsharles... I won't demand what I know you can't pay. All I ask is a gesture, a token to appease my obligation to family." Tsharles gulped, looking around uneasily at the smiles of the women behind Amelia. "...What sort of token?" "Oh, I don't know... how about..." she crossed her legs, letting one of her dainty bare feet stick out. It didn’t take before her mindbegan to wonder and soon she was daydreaming aboutsome of her past sexual escapades, and fantasizingabout those that have yet to happen. Soon a dampspot began to appear on the small triangle of fabricthat barely concealed the wet folds between her legs.Niki, knowing how her tanning sessions typicallyended, had come prepared, and soon she was leaningover and pulling a vibrator from her bag. She turnedthe device on and slid it beneath the damp fabric andbegan. The genius behind the liquor heist was our club manager, Sergeant First Class Orville T. (Beer Belly) Pearson. Pearson was an SF commo man by training, but he was so good at procuring things outside of normal channels, that he always ended up in supply. Pearson was an expert conman and flimflam artist. Beer Belly's cons were so brazen, it was almost impossible not to fall for them.I ended up participating in the liquor scam, because I had a license for a ten-ton tractor. Pearson first borrowed.