. well... I guess we'll play tennis some other time." Yes, Terry, some other time," Sheila said, without turning to face her son."Uh... Mom..." Yes, T...rry," Sheila said, ashamed of her cold behavior."Uh... do you mind if I bring Wendy over tonight? For dinner maybe?" Terry asked hesitantly."Wendy? I suppose you might as well. You spend the rest of your time with her. You might as well spend your evenings with her too," she answered sharply, wishing immediately that she had kept her true. ”“I like the way you put that. I do feel drawn to you.”“And I to you. Are you actually capable of controlling me?”“Do you feel controlled?”“Not in the least, but I could not resist giving you that note. That was so unlike me.”“If I told you that I’ve been controlling you from the time I walked into your classroom today, until now - but - if you’ll stop at the next intersection, I’ll get out - and that will be the end of it... ...”Would you want me to end it?”“Not unless you tell me you want to. She finally relaxed on top of me, and whispered, "Just exactly how I thought that would be. Thank you for fulfilling a fantasy. I hope it won't be the last time that you invite me out here."I was finally buried in Katie, and whispered to her, "Do you want it all or should I give it to Jules?"Katie kissed me so fiercely that I couldn't have known what she wanted until she said, "Give it all to Jules. She wants your baby. She might be ready. Prime her and then dump everything you've saved up into. She was warm and wet and firm. I was breathing a little faster when the kiss ended and I looked into her beautiful eyes.“I love you, Mom.”Another hug. Another kiss, I made it more intense than the last one, even, and Mom responded with enthusiasm.“I love you, Charlie. To pieces,” she said, and she rubbed my rear end and gave me a little pat after she’d lingered a second or two with one finger well in between my cheeks. We kissed again pressed ourselves together each with a hand on the other’s.