You got lucky." But..."I kept on. "And you know how many kids are born to unwed parents? At that age? Probably eighty percent. I watch. I pay attentio.... And I don't do that shit!" Yeah, I seldom resort to profanity, but when I do, it's for effect."Okay, Little Miss Perfect," he said. "You got me." Yeah, okay. So Gramma knows that stuff too. We've had a few talks." I smirked. "Birds and bees stuff, but not nearly as much useful information as Sherry gave me."He's so cute when I'm winning. "Come. She was wearing a nightshirt that came halfway down her thighs. She went to her bureau and took out her underwear. “Good morning guys. Who’s winning this morning?”I answered Mom, “Beth, as usual.”“Mom went into the bathroom and shut the door. Beth laughed as I muttered under my breath, “Stop wearing those damn see-through bras and I might win a game.” Mom made no bones about the fact that she knew we enjoyed looking. Those days of pretending were long gone.After her shower, Mom came out wearing. The half-Arabian colt I was working was a smart horse, and though he had taken to neck-reigning like a duck to water, he had also started trying to anticipate what I wanted. He didn't know me well enough for that to be effective yet, so I was putting him through his paces, guiding him in intricate patterns around the barrels I had set up. He was coming along nicely, and had started picking up on my body shifts and knee pressure, and though he still guessed wrong now and then, I was convinced. You take out the first perp. Mark, as soon as Skip fires; you slip in front of him and be ready to take out the second perp."This part actually went well! When the dart hit the first perp, he just crumpled up in his chair; the second perp, also sitting in a chair, was interested in something outside the window. Mark's dart got him in the back of the neck, he is out. Skip is reloaded and Mark is now ready. Rex and his crew are putting the restraints on the two perps and then carry them towards.