At first I thought it was in you, but now I realize that the change was in me. I’ve come to see things, or rather, sense things that I hadn’t pick...d up on before.” I continued slowly. Maggie’s head turned slightly to one side as she studied my face. She reached over to the night stand and set the nearly empty glass of tea down. “What kind of things are you ‘sensing’?” She prompted. “Little things, at first, things that I wasn’t even aware of until now really, yet more. (From that point, this expression became a sort of code word for us. Right in front of everyone, Mom would invite me to fuck her by saying, "Honey, don't you think you need a little rest?")"Yeah, M-M-Mom," I stammered. (God! I Never stammered!)"You'd better bring a towel," she said. "We don't want to mess up the bed any more than we already have." Oh, wow!I stepped back into the bathroom and got a big bath towel. As I approached the bed, Mom slowly and deliberately drew back the covers for me,. Strains of the Lacrimosa from Mozart’s ‘Requiem’ waft through the space.A pair of long gilded doors are swung open revealing, beyond, a slow-moving gold escalator rising from a lower level. Instead of black rubber, its handrails are covered with white ermine. No-one is riding on the moving staircase. A sign above the doorway – guarded by two bewigged flunkies - simply states: HALL OF THE SCREEN GODDESSES.Mary Lynne gets up and saunters across to the fountain, holding her crystal goblet under. ” I said. I had just found a pen on Kim’s desk when my own cell phone buzzed again. Flipping it open I read the following; “A towel is not being naked. Take off the fucking towel and do as you’re told.” I was completely stunned and caught totally of guard by this. I stood there like a fool for a few seconds while trying to process everything and to think about what to do. My cock had shriveled up beneath the towel and gone soft as I unwrapped myself and headed back to the front door. The.