.. taking care of me."Jamie was beaming with pride while Cam stood back and allowed the boy his moment in the sun. They chatted about everyday things....Howard had called to find out how Glynnis was, and hoped he would see her back in the store soon. He claimed it wasn't the same without her around to keep things in order."I got an email from my editor in New York," Cam told her. "She likes my revisions to the second Gascoigne novel and within a month it should be ready to send to the printers.. "Ma petite belle, I have power over you ... have you forgotten? I am a part of you. You gladly welcomed me into your heart and here I shall stay!"Violently shaking her head in denial, Christine turned and twisted as she tried to locate the source of the voice."No! No, you were never me; you used me for your own twisted purposes!" As I recall, you were quite willing. After all, did I not protect you from all of your enemies just as I promised?" You lied! I had no enemies other than the ones you. You had better give me your clothes.”Jack stopped breathing. Did she mean everything and to take them off now? She did.Jack carefully undid his shirt and took his shoes off,bent for his socks. Hesitated then dropped his trousers.He was standing in front of his mother only wearing his underpants,with a very obvious hard on pressing upwards and outwards.He looked towards her and she nodded.Down went the underpants.Jack stood, hands by sides, no point trying to hide.He handed his clothes to his. "I brought something," she smiled, lifting her bag up and onto the bed. He looked on enquiringly as she reached inside: slowly she pulled out a long, thick, 'two-headed', rubber dildo. "bloody Hell!" he said in some surprise. Holding it by both 'ends' she twisted it so that they met. "It's really flexible...it's my favourite..." He smiled back, fully believing her! "I 'bought' something too..." he ventured. Standing up he crossed to the wardrobe. Taking out a bag he handed it to her; she.