." he was trying to get it out."Thought what?" I asked with an exasperated chuckle."Well, I mean you were little before, so I was kinda waiting..." an...ther pause while he thought about what he was trying to say."You're not asking me out, are you, Hank?" I asked, suddenly getting a sense of where this was going."Uh, do you want to?" he smiled hopefully."Nope," I said. "I got a girlfriend, remember?" Well, yeah, but, um ... Maybe I thought you, just, uh..." What? Like I didn't meet the right. She takes her knife from her belt, offering him to cut his herbs and flowers himself. She bring him to his bath, sprinkling the petals and herbs in the warm water she runs for him. She turns him around with a hand on his shoulder, and remove his cloak, telling to undress and get in the bath, once the tub was filled. Morgane sat at his head on a stool, whispering to breath and relax. After some time, he asked if he could get out. She tells him to get out of the bath but not dry off with a towel. She would giggle and slap my hands away from her breasts. It kept me at a sexual peak and always wanting her. She used that sexual energy to get me to help around the apartment more than I ever had before. I didn't mind... just being around her was wonderful for me.We also got along very well. The fact that Dexter was out of the picture and that she wasn't dating anyone helped. I had no reason to be jealous anymore.Several weeks later Cindy received an E-mail from Dexter. It was short and rude,. Just great..." Marty finally managed to utter with a mix of being mesmerized and still present shyness.Steph started grinning at hearing him say it, and pushed on."They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present."Hmm hmm..." Stephanie.