" Well, come on in, then, sheriff, and pull up a barstool while I serve you up some sarsaparilla," she countered as she opened the door and led us int... the house.The boys ran and jumped up the stairs to get cleaned up while Lori and I went into the kitchen for some lemonade. She set out a plate of cookies and filled four glasses with ice, and poured freshly made lemonade into two of them. She handed me a glass, and tipped hers toward mine in a silent toast before taking a sip. She sat down next. They never had cartoon characters on them. Then I felt a hand cupping my butt. I jerked up and looked back to see Brians hand this time. Why was he cupping my butt? He didnt even squeeze. He just held it in his palm. He looked into my eyes before I could protest or ask him what he was doing, and the way he was looking at me scared me. Lay. Back. Down. he growled. I did immediately, my stomach in knots. Take off her shirt, Brian said to Mommy. I knew better than to argue now, and I think Mommy. Goddess said now slave I expect you to do what ever any of the ladies tell you to do. I said yes Goddess I will. Then she showed me a frilly apron and said this is what you are going to great our guests in. I need you to get the rope and handcuffs out for the party. I did as I was told then stood in front of Goddess. She said now I want you to go soak in the tub and get nice and clean for our guests. She said I have laid out some nice smelling soaps and oils that I want you to use. When you are. ..” my Mom fretted.“Ma! You insult me! I do know how to cook, you know! I’ll make us spaghetti and meatballs one night, and I can take some steaks out of the freezer and B.B.Q too. We can do hotdogs for a quicky night ... Basically, don’t worry, Mom, we’re not little kids anymore. We’ll be just fine. Go make the big bucks and buy us something nice with it. Just kidding! Sorta,” I joked.“That’s true; you guys certainly aren’t little kids anymore. Seems like just yesterday that you two were.