I play it back while I’m running laps,” he gave me a sheepish look. “I’m super good at math. I completed Trig and high school algebra by sixth...grade. Then, I started getting taller, shooting up and out.” He flexed an arm comically. “So everyone wanted me to play ball. I was good at that too. So...” he shrugged. “So why sandbag?” “You tell me. Why are you sandbagging?” he countered. “What?” “I’ve seen your mom. She is a fine woman. I’ve seen recent photos of you around the house. You were happy. ”“Okay - you can stay. I may need your help when I turn him.“Now, let me get this sheet pulled back.“Jack, are you awake?”“Yeahhhhhh - who are you?”“I’m Marti, and I’m your Home Health Nurse. I need to give you a sponge bath and make sure you don’t have any rash around your cast.”“DAMN! You are beautiful. I hope you come twice a day. What did you say your name is?”“Marti, and thank you. Now you just close your eyes and we’ll get you bathed.”“I’d rather look at you. Are you married?”“No, I’m not. The heat emitting from Allison's pussy was driving me wild with lust, combined with seeing my mother looking sexier than I had ever seen before in my young life. Mom wore matching sheer white laced hot pant type panties which I could see the sexy tan lines and white globes of her perfect heart shaped ass. Mom wears a full bikini bottom while at home around the pool. These sexy white panties covered a little less than half of her perfect round butt cheeks with about two inches of laced material. "What about it?" How much is one 'or so'?" Less than half a bottle. Or so." I said."I never thought you wrote drunk." I don't. I don't get drunk." If I drank a bottle of wine, it would make me sleepy," she told me."It's a good state of mind for writing. It's relaxing." I don't think so." Have you ever tried?" No." Then try it." Maybe I will. Do you that that every time you write?" No. Only on Sundays, usually. I like to have time." Time is always precious. I wish I could pause time," she said,.