”Mom obliged and modeled her ensemble like a professional. She slowly spun around, making sexy gestures and blinking at Dad suggestively. He was spe...chless and gawking like a sex-starved schoolboy. His boxers betrayed him, clearly showing the effect she was having on him. Mom smiled and grabbed it, saying:“Oh, dear. Look what I’ve done. Will you ever be able to forgive me?”Dad was in a trance, speechless. He just nodded and smiled as he gazed at this vision.“Well, now. I’ll have to do something. OH GOD, OH YEAH, LOVE IT! Now how the fuck did you know I got hot on stuff like that? I mean Fuck it's not exactly the textbook way to treat a girl on a first date." Call it instinct, with some girls you just know." I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not." She grinned. "Oh fuck it, what the hell!" She pressed her breast firmly into my mouth as she moved a hand towards my groin and used her thumb and index finger to measure its thickness before moving them downwards to measure. Usually we see this presentation of the disease in men and women in their late fifties to late sixties." I guess I'm just lucky," Ken said. "Anyway, based on your experience, what is my prognosis? Can surgery get rid of these tumors? Can chemotherapy?"Another look passed between the two doctors. "Look, Ken," Zander said. "Every tumor is different, every case of cancer is different. Until we have a better look at what we're dealing with, we can't start formulating a treatment plan." But you can. [little did I know at the time Marge had an ulterior motive for this]Kat arrived with a couple of bags and we showed her to her bedroom. Even our double wide was nicer than her parent’s home, but they’d lived there for 30 years. As soon as she was settled, Marge read her the riot act. Unless she could afford to pay rent, she was to do all the housework and help with the cooking. [more handwriting on the wall]. Kat had little choice but to dig in to all the chores Marge had let slide while I was.