“Okay?” I asked my son over my shoulder. “Fine, Mom! You’re as light as a feather. No problem." I glanced over the TV at my husband. "Enough r...om to drive?" I asked. "Plenty!" he answered. “Let’s go.” "Can you even see me?" I giggled. "Only the top of your face, dear. Can’t see a thing in the side or rearview mirrors. Hope the police don’t stop us. You alright?" I wriggled around on my son's lap. “Yeah! Great! Kinda cozy. Better than I thought. And if you turn on the air conditioner. Jim continued, “I've seen lots of naked butts before. Pretty as yours is, I'm your son, you're safe with me. Besides, I have seen it before, remember?”“Yes, I certainly do. But if I'm just another 'chick', you are the rooster around here. And that makes this a co-ed swimming hole. My behind is not for public viewing!”“Mom, you are not just another run of the mill girl, you are playmate material. Your rear is very dear to me, and I would not want you to think I don't appreciate it. But, -. And last, dear sir, I know you are practiced in the art, though I have not told the girl this. After all, young girls want a man of some experience, but they do not wish to be just one more notch on the bedpost. They want to be special. In short, you are perfect," she said.I was stunned. The woman had pegged me almost exactly. All she was unaware of was my power residing in the ring, at least, I prayed she was unaware of it.She caught me off guard with her next question as I pondered if she. They need to be ready to fly me to the airport on a moment's notice." Gwen, you can't be thinking about going to Iraq! It's not safe there!" gasped Paula."Don't even bother, Mom. Gwen has to go, and I'm going with her," insisted Kate. "Those guys risk everything for us. If they need us, we have to be there for them. What kind of women would we be if we just went about business as usual?" Oh, Kate! You, too?" cried Paula. "I understand, but I hate it. I'm going to call Jason and see what he.