I will decide what you will wear and what you willdo."I reluctantly gave her my stuff. I'm starting to wonder if I agreed tothis. I'm not sure this ...s what I bargained for."And, what you are wearing..." Jen said with a demanding tone. "You cango into the bathroom, but I want all your clothes out here. Includingyour tightie-whities."I hesitated and gave her a look. But, then did what she asked."OK, Step 1, turn on the shower and cover your body with the stuff inthe pink bottle." I know what. She moved her tantalizing hips up and down like a professional, making sure she got all of me in her each time, hitting the places she knew would give her the most pleasure. She never let up, not even for a moment. As she rode me, she grabbed her hands and held on to me as if I were her lifeline. She looked at me with a desperate, almost crazed expression, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside her head. Soon enough, she came again, drenching my lap further with her white. "Mom's glare lost a little of its harshness, but not much."Just remember you do," she said."I realized a little too late that my actions are a reflection on you, too," I said. "I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for all the crap I've put you through over the past few years. You don't have to worry about me at school next year. I hope I never give you reason to be disappointed in me again."Mom told me we'd discuss that this week and told me not to wear a ratty T-shirt to the bonfire — which was. He tried to convince me saying he will be back in a week. But I knew very well that a week for my father means month. Finally, he convinced me somehow and I hung up the phone.All the while, my mom was silently doing her cooking stuff listening to my conversation with dad. I was sitting on the sofa when my mom suddenly appeared from behind.“What are you doing so quietly?”, mom asked.“Nothing, mom”, I said.Mom switched on the television, gave the remote to me and went back to the kitchen.“Do you.