Masterson for about three months. I was nowseeing her five times a week. My mother sends me a check every Mondayto cover that week's sessions--$600 ...or the five 50 minute meetings.Mother and I would talk infrequently on the phone, but she would neverpry into what was going on in the therapy. Except for one incident, shewas acting like a "normal" mom.When I mentioned I recently broke my last glass, she said she'd send mea "care package" with some glasses and some other things that she saidshe. Take that. Ungh. And that. Suddenly, the first hint of a pull in her thigh warned her she had reached her body's limit. No matter what she did, which machine she used, her abs never twinged, never gave out. It was always the goddamn legs. In spite of the jogging.Maggie lay there gasping, the bar still resting on the top of her feet, sweat pouring down her leotard between her fat tits. She knew she smelled different than all the honky bitches, a subtle sweetness, muskier than their pale, acrid. It's just a way of saying France is a little bit more understanding about these things than the Midwest. Anyway, posing for a painter in Paris was so exciting and erotic to me. You know, Troy, every time I'm back in Paris, I feel that same exhilaration, just like my first time here." Did you and the painter become lovers?" Oh Troy, that's a story for another time. Let's have a glass of wine. It's been a long day."Mme. looked in the frig and found a bottle of white wine. While she poured two. Setting our Irish coffee's off to the side I cupped you face with my hands and gently kissed all over your face. You kept pulling me back to your mouth. You tongue darting and swirling with mine. Your hands playing with my beard, as they go crazy. Laying back on the floor, we continue to kiss. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you closer to me, in a tight embrace. You roll me onto my back and straddle me. Sitting up more you start to take off your sweater. I swat your hands down telling you.