”“You don’t mean that! I know Chris very well. He and I go way back. I remember when his daughters were running around in diapers.”“Bob, you...need to turn around and say hello to your newest bartender.”“What are you talking about?He whirled around...”Sylvia? MY GOD BABY! Is this really you?”“Yes Bob, it really is me. How do you like the new me?”“I know better than to ask this, but are those really your titties under that white shirt you have on?”With both hands on her shirt, she ripped the snaps. To my right, a door opened and a woman dressed in white walked in. She was a nurse. When she looked at me she stopped. I didn't know why, I couldn't think clearly. Her eyes looked me over and became increasingly wild, like an animal that knows danger is near but not where. Stepping closer, she noticed my open eyes watching her."Mr. Setton? Are you awake?" Her voice was squeaky and too high to sound intelligent.I didn't move, except to keep her within my sight; which was easy since she wasn't. Even his friends had commented about her being a MILF. They nursed bruises after such statements. Bill, however, secretly agreed with them.He was in high school now and was growing. The only sport that let him feel comfortable with his abilities and attitude was wrestling. He had become more and more muscle with the workout regime that the coaches and team doctor recommended. He was doing pretty well on the team. The one disappointment for him was that wrestling had no cheerleaders. His mother. " "Really?" Cynthia quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by his oblique answers. They'd been loving one another in bondage for years, and she couldn't think of anything they hadn't tried yet. Not right offhand, anyway. "Yes, indeed," he chuckled opening the package but keeping his back to her so she couldn't see it's contents before he was ready. Then he turned back, tossing the contents onto the spread by her feet with a musical jingle. Cynthia bounced upright on the bed as the glitter of steel.