After his grandfather died, old Mr. Martin, they put him in one of those sanitarium places. The old man bought one of those perpetual care annuities f...r him. I guess they let him out to attend his father's funeral."Does Billy really think I came to the funeral because I wanted to get things started with him again?" I don't know if he thinks that or not. I believe that might be part of the reason why he wanted Ellen and me to ask you about you being at Teri's funeral. Seeing you both there. He turned round to see his mother stood naked in front of him. "What should I wear today Master?" she asked bowing her head.Jim looked intrigued, "so you haven't ever chosen your own clothes?" No Master, my master has always done that" she replied head still bowed."Ok I guess you will have to show me everything you have" Jim said as he walked past her and into her room. Jim opened the curtains and sat on the bed as his mother walked in and opened her walk in wardrobe. Jim had never been inside. There were people who looked like masters, people who looked like slaves, and a majority of indeterminate status. The predominant dress was black leather in all its forms - halters, miniskirts, boots, body suits, harnesses, gloves, masks, cuffs, whips... Scattered through the room a few slaves were partially or fully naked, their breasts or their intimate regions exposed to public view. But in general, few people were as openly, vulnerably exhibited as was I, the curves of my body easily. Greg.” I just held her while she cried. Rocking her in my arms and soothing her. I leaned over and put the glass of brandy into her had and pointed it to her mouth. “Have a sip of this Mom, it will help settle you down.” I told her. She had a couple of sips and put the glass down and turned to me. “Greg, I know we will have to arrange all the funeral arrangements from here, and then go down to sort out all her things and the funeral. Can you get some time off from University? I think we.