I wish I had been mature enough back then to realize how important that is. Instead, I focused on bra size and popularity.”“You were a teenage boy...” Mom said, laughing. “I want you to know that I would have actively discouraged you if you had shown any romantic interest in Lizzie back then. It would have been the first of many unequal relationships in your life if you had reciprocated her feelings.”“But you’re OK with it when the roles are reversed?” I asked.“You’re equal now,” Mom cut in.. This is perfect!"I made a fist and hit the column again. This time my exuberance got the better of me and I hit it with a burst of Power behind it. There was a loud clang and the steel column buckled, bending at least four inches out of plumb. The three of us were showered with dust from the overhead beams and the ceiling."Sorry," I said, as apologetically as I could. "I need to work on pulling my punches." Not a problem," Morton said, chuckling as he brushed us off with a whisk-broom. "My. "Oh yes and the soft ass," he said and then laughed."Are you guys staying at the motel?" I asked."No we are camping. I just came here to pickup burgers for us all," he said."Well good luck to you," I said."You too, Miss?" He made it a question."Martin, Iris Martin," I stated."Well Iris, I'm Bobby Joe Dupree," he said.I stood to leave then asked, "What do you do between shows?" A little of this and a little of that," he replied smiling again. He had a very pretty boyish smile. My guess was that. I had to give them something else to whisper about.I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him terribly and that even if it was just for an afternoon, I had to have him back. I think the thought of a woman "throwing herself at him" was too much to resist. We met at a motel and had wild sex all afternoon. I even let him think he was in control. By the time we left the motel, I knew I had him hooked.We met like that a couple more times, then I suggested a.