Not so much the problem, but what I had to do to fix it. Fix, as in manage, as there was no real cure for what I had, according to the doctor. Honest ...o God, I thought Mom was going to blow a gasket when the Doc explained the reasons for her diagnosis based on the results of my tests,Even my ball sack was surprised.The lights changed and we headed for home as I sat there wondering what the heck was going to happen next. Now that those two weeks were over, being masturbated by Mom was, I. "Mrs Lap," I began...She put a lips finger to my lips. "Hush," she told me. "You don't have to say anything. Just do what I tell you to do."She walked over to a stack of old wooden fold-up chairs and placed her hands firmly on them, leaned forward ever so slightly and planted her legs a good 2 feet apart. Facing away from me, she looked over her shoulder and asked me to lift up her skirt. Confused by lust, I did as told, exposing her bare, plump backside. I stood back a step and marvelled at my. " Yes. Exactly like this. ... Just walk on the side of the street without street lights. You'll be fine."Beth's head was swimming. What if someone saw her? She swallowed hard and tried to keep calm."Oh, and one more thing, Mrs. Haley."Michael put something small in the palm of her hand. She looked down and saw it was a rolled up cloth measuring tape. She looked back at him quizzically.Michael took her hand and closed her fingers around the small roll. He chuckled and patted her hand as he. Some parts, chimneys, foundation and front facade, were from native stone, likely quarried from the property.The rest was hand cut and hand shaped wood. The more utilitarian rooms, such as the kitchen and storage, used wide board pine flooring, covered with slate. The entrance, great room, parlors and main staircase used hand cut maple. No one did that. Still, the detail was not isolated. Throughout the house, better than the usual quality of wood was used. Often, more than the usual quantity.