I scared but told everythink about my feelings to her. But she got angry and back to home. She didn’t talk to me for a long time but one day morning...when I wake up I see her message in my cellphone. Please forgive me I got angry on you but please don’t ask me again for these rubbish things. I again sad to know she doesn’t agree to fufill my fantacy to her. One day we are talking over phone, she asked if you want to have sex you can go to sex worker. If you want me then you should first marry me. You should have been giving off feelings of arousal, desire, love, or something, but you weren't. Just... concern."Betty stared at me for several moments, and I was tempted to let the empathic connection form that I was having to hold back.But Betty looked away and suggested we go for a walk, trying to give her more time to filter through the sea of indecision she felt stretched before her.We walked for a few minutes in silence, then finally she said, "You know, I have to admit that there has. Mom rubbed my back and said, “I had better call the school and tell them that you won’t be coming in today. I think it will take me all day to satisfy you, young man. I remember when your father was your age. He could do it a half dozen times on a date.”Mom made the phone call, picked up her padded bra and her dress and then she led me up to her bedroom. She said, “If your father can fuck another woman in our bed, then I can let you fuck me in it too.”I undressed completely and then I slipped. I decided to wear two inch strappy sandals instead of myusual trainers. My toe and finger nails were a bold red and my make uphad taken much longer than my normal bit of lippy and mascara. It feltgood to look good.When I arrived late in the studio, I was met with whistles and applause.I wasn't sure whether they were taking the mick. We had a new client whowanted a quote for a system. Sam suggested that I go with Megan to dothe research instead of her, so later that morning we were on.