" Like I said, I'm your mother and you're my son, and there needs to be boundaries between us. I mean, if anyone ever found out about this; family, my...friends, the people I work with... I would be absolutely ruined..." No one will ever know," I reassured her. "I'm glad you showed me." Would it bother you if I had wanted to do that for a while? That I enjoyed showing you? That maybe, just maybe, I was secretly hoping you'd eventually discover my talents?"I nearly gasped. "It wouldn't bother me. You can do them sitting at a traffic light,Lynn. I have to work mine; a set of 10 kegels, two times each day."Lynn would not follow through, Cynthia had known her friend forseveral years and could tell when she would listen to advice.Several months later Lynn had rejected him, and Michael had moved out.Cynthia may have missed him, but Lynn was glad he was gone. These twowomen were close, but very different. Lynn could be catty, and petty,and Cynthia tried to remain fair.One evening Lynn was. My name is John. I am (or was at the time) 40 years old. I stand somewhere around 5 feet 10 inches tall. I have a healthy 8 inches between my legs. I...well, I'm sure you are not here for a profile on me. Suffice it to say I am an average looking male with a bit of a gut. I'm not obese but I certainly could stand to lose some weight. In any case, back to the odd feeling I had of something being wrong with...well, the entire world.You see, I am what you would call unemployed. I live off the. They had always wanted to complete the installation in the Appleton market. The Annex project would give them the volume to do that. If Midco brought them enough extra commercial business they agreed to run the cable at no cost.Cal knew that he was picking the low-hanging fruit. The utilities were more-or-less set. There was still the issue of the access road to be built through Miller’s Marsh. The liability waiver had been promised, but never issued. Then, there was always Homer Barlow and his.