She knew for sure there had been a forgettable looking grey van, which was nothing out of the ordinary really. Southern California was always full of ...ourists in the summertime months. She had been walking along one of the small streets, looking at all the souvenier shops, skimpy bikini selling boutiques, and other commercial touristy garbage in all it’s glory, in one of those tiny crowded streets. She had been so near the ocean, near home too, and the air had smelled fresh and salty. The van. And what we did with that freedom... !Inevitably, the plotline of these stories would turn intensely sexual. It went something like this. While in character, I would say, "He's (meaning I'm) licking her (meaning your) inner thigh - lick, lick, L-I-C-K," and Ruth would moan, saying, "MMmmmm ... yes ... oh yes..." and so on. Or Ruth would say, "She's (meaning I'm) licking his (meaning your) cock, taking it into her (meaning my) mouth ... sucking on it ... tasting the precum..."Now, this went on. If you and one of Charlie's other mothers are standing together, how do you figure out who is 'mom?'"We all laughed. I said, "Usually, the son or daughter is specific or it won't matter which one of us answers."Charlie said, "Yes. Who answers and what they say is the rule then, too. You learn to be specific when you have to." We all laughed again.I said, "Okay, Charlie. What did you find?"He answered, "We found a Kenwood guy at the first place. He had two 450SAT radios with manuals! He only had. ..too stubborn for you?" she hissed.I had to break her once and for all, her tougher than me attitude was straining on my nerves and I needed to show her who was Master. Walking up to her with the ropes in my hand, I let a smile cross my face. I took her by the arms turning her around so her back was facing me. I pulled her elbows behind her back until they almost touched. Wrapping several coils just above the elbows, I cinched the rope tight. Her groans turned to moans as I took her wrists and.