As i watched, margaret slowly got up from the chaise and dove into the pool and began to swim several slow laps. Finally, she got out and toweled off,...then put her robe on and went into the house. I wanted to rush over there and take her in my arms and kiss her and make love to her. My god, what was i thinking? This woman was old enough to be my mother! And no, i have never had any desire to have sex with my mother, but for one of the very few times in my life, i was tempted to cheat on my wife. Last Friday she had to fill in for one of her managerswho called in sick. Normally she works from 9-5, butsince she was filling in for a retail position, she hadto close the store. The store is only 5 minutes awayfrom our house, so when she didn’t arrive at home at10:00 I became a little worried, because the strip-mallclosed at 9:00. I tried calling the store severaltimes, but the phone was always busy. After calling the operator I found out the phone wasoff the hook. Well, upon hearing. .. are... ?" the Fairy girl stammered."I've seen this before," began Violet. "You're gonna stare at me all day, ask yourself a bunch of stupid questions about my tits, and never give me a moment's peace." Her bra loosened, she pulled off her top, and prepared for the wobbling that could throw her off her feet if unready."Let's get this behind us right now. Get used to these tits, They're here to stay. I know that you're going to be sneaking glances, and probably try to touch them when you think. Sure, that was just grand opera, but it was verismo opera—meant to parallel the truth—and the scenario was pretty readily accepted as realistic. And with about half the country already supporting torture as an acceptable means of extracting information from suspected—only suspected!—terrorists, I wouldn't submit a goldfish to that type of "interrogation."Come to think of it, that wasn't about to change—either my own views or the serious possibility of that kind of response if Asmedogh clammed.