"Man," he thought to himself. "I can't believe I made it through. If only I had been more motivated to study, I would probably be in grad school by no.... Oh well, at least I finally passed it." He raised his glass in a toast. "Third time's a charm." And downed the glass.John walked to his cabinets and grabbed a plate, then set two slices of pizza on it, filled his glass with coke, and headed to the living room. He flipped on the TV, and turned on his computer as he ate. As soon as his computer. She looked away as she went into moved to the next machine."Oh great...another tease," I whispered under my breath.She finished her reps and sashayed past the lifecycle that I was now spinning madly on."Nice smile," she spoke out in a low, soft, seductive voice.I tried to speak, but no words would form. She walked on across the room to the free weights. I had endured all that I could stand. The mass of butterflies fluttered uninhibited in the pit of my tired abdomen. I had lost all focus on my. . I'll cook for everybody.'She set the big griddle on the big burner and tossed in a few pounds of bacon. She kept an eye on it while she started the biscuits.Mixing up 12 cups Laucke Wallaby Bakers flour,1/4 teaspoon baking soda per two cups flour, 6 tablespoons baking powder (no aluminum), 6 little t kosher salt in the big mixer, she let that run while she greased up two stainless cookie sheets.After turning the bacon, she cut in 36 tablespoons unsalted butter, straight from the freezer and. I cried some also, not knowing what had happened. Mom slid her shorts back on, then her bra. I pulled my pajamas up, but I was still poking them big time.Mom told me to sit down next to her as we needed to talk about what happened. I sat next to her. She told me that this must never be told to anyone, even my father. She was not going to tell anyone either. I asked her about why I was poking in my pajamas. She told me it was natural for a boy to do that as he grows older. I told her I.