Resigned to my fate, I asked, "Do my lips look okay?"Lise smiled again and this time, for a moment, she really seemed happy,even relieved, as if somet...ing were finally over."Let me touch them up for you, sweetie."She took the lipstick tube from me. She could see my hands weretrembling too badly to do it myself. I bent over into the car so shecould reach my face. My skirt rode up in the back: the black guys weregetting a good view of my thighs and pantied bottom. Oh! I'd forgottenthat would. " Oh, so now you want to sleep in mommy's bed? It wasn't good enough forthe big college boy a week ago, but now you want to sleep in yourmommy's bed." Pleeeeze mommy, let me sleep in your bed. I'll be a good boy. Ipromise." I can scarcely believe those words are came out of my lips.But they do. Loud and clear, I am begging her like a little boy."Well I really shouldn't let you. Don't you think you're a little oldto be sleeping with your mommy?"She twists the knife both ways. First she. Just a couple,” I said with a playful smile. “What other surprises do you have up your sleeve?” Mark asked. “I have few other ‘surprises’ as you call them.” “Like what? Spill. I want details.” “I have a few piercings,” I answered. “Piercings? Where?” “Both of my nipples.” “No fucking way. Let me see.” “Nooooo,” I responded. “Come on. Let me see them.” “If you tell anyone I’ll...” I started to say but Mark interrupted. “I’m not going to tell anyone. Just show me.” I turned around and pulled up. Business information came to me mostly from Joyce, but I still made it a practice to speak with my Dad at least three or four times a week. We were seeing a lot of Mama as well, because she was coming down to Lawrence to bring us design changes for the nursery wing extensions.The addition being added to Uncle Bunny's house was almost completed, in spite of the fact that both Mama and Joyce had continued adding new features and additional size to the original plans they had submitted to the.