She came back with some vegetables in a plate and sat next to me on the sofa and starred cutting i was watching tv..i noticed she missed to put her ho...ks of her nitghty and i can see the top of her boob..two mountains and her long chain in between the two boobs..her children were playing around and making lot of noise…i was really pissed but can’t say anything..as i was the guest… she prepared food …we had food…we talked ..watched tv.. It was 10 pm..then she called her children to go to bed…but. "You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?" I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all off, she rubs the area where they were with two stiff fingers, intensifying. ”“You have a date?" Mom says, sounding happy. “Let me talk to your father, I am sure it will be alright.”“Okay mom, see you soon.”No sooner than I hang up, the phone rings again… ring, ring.“Luke.”“Hi, Trish.”“Did you talk with your parents, Luke?”“Yeah, Mom called.”“So did my Mom, what did you tell your mom?”“That I have a date with you tonight, Trish and that I have four lawns to cut tomorrow. I also told her that I would drive up after I finish mowing. What did you say to your Mom?”“Luke, I. We’re hearing that your agents are willing to storm Hell because they believe that you will grab a gun and join them at the gates.“The President just let my receptionist know that he is free, and he is headed down here to visit with us both. So, let’s go out there and greet our boss.” His smile was genuine, and the man I met briefly when I lived in the White House as the First Daughter, seemed to really be the man I talked with that day. As we walked through his inner sanctum, towards the main.