Clayton tensed up at being caught in the morning, but once he saw me and Mom taking it easy, he relaxed and enjoyed the meal. He even flirted with Mom...a bit.Mom changed her habits, too. Being much more open about her dating schedule and I even saw some of her men. She also took me raving along with Maggie. This was before the dot-bomb. Every new thing was bigger, better, and bolder than the last new thing. Burning Man was just making it into the collective consciousness.When no rave was. "I was totally wrong in the way I reacted but I still don't like this." I understand. I'll do my best not to flaunt it in your face. But whether I like it or not, I'm stuck with her."Mom's brow furrowed. If you don't want this then why do it?"I gazed at the ceiling for a second. "It's like this." I pointed to my temple. "Up here, I am not happy with this. I almost died when I realized how bad I had hurt both of you. I am so sorry for that. Please forgive me."Dad hugged me. "Of course."I smiled. . I promise you'll love it... trust me?" he said gently.Jean could only nod her head, cringing with fear and revulsion. Pain... how obscene, she thought, yet she was willing to do whatever her husband said. Tom moved behind her on his knees and raised her luscious buttocks so that she was close to his long, hard shaft. She was helplessly exposed and a faint tinge of shame crossed her mind. But she was determined to trust her husband as he had asked, and she let him position her body as he. And, true enough, I have access to a never-ending supply of cardboard. But something about the biz makes one a bit off. You know, the term, 'going postal'? They might've been more accurate if they'd popularized the phrase 'going UPS'.Now, before you get any ideas, I'm certainly not implying that everyone affiliated with that logo is nutty. But my cousin is unmistakably so. I tend to think that it is due to prolonged exposure to that gummy packing tape. Well, not regular exposure. I went to pick.