The Saturday of our meeting arrived. I was so nervous, but not once did I think of not going through with this, and not once did I think she would not...show up. I had now begun lying to my wife, and this was something I had never been very good at, or wanted to be. For our first meeting we picked a place about half way to meet, and if all went well we would hire a hotel room, as she had not had the pleasure of a man in a few years, even though one lived under the same roof as her. I arrived a. ' I said and I swearshe nodded as she came over and brushed herself against my bare legs.I went upstairs with a carrier bag and a trowel from the garden andpicked up the dead rat from the bed, putting it in the carrier bag. Iwas glad to see the back of that! All the time, Honey was following me,she was my little shadow and I loved it because at last I wasn't athome alone.---*---I picked up my dirty clothes and bedding from my room and put the stuffin the washer/dryer. I hoped that the clothes. At first he claimed not to know, but gradually confessed that that he had a thing for his mother. I asked how old she was, was she good-looking, and so on. I told him that in my situation, being the same age as his mother (37), I would only be interested in a much younger man, a man who submitted to me in all things. Life taught me not to accept men as equals, and any young man who wanted a relationship with me had to accept me as his superior.My son wrote how he adored his mom; even when. Leigh got closer to him, put a hand on his chest, her fingers slowly caressing his skin. Damien responded by wrapping his arms around her waist. She whispered, ‘I do.’ Leigh stepped out of their embrace, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall on the floor. Damien felt the temperature in the room rise ten degrees. His eyes were alternating between her naked breasts and her eyes which were showing all her resolve. He knew then he didn’t need to ask if she was sure. Damien.