As it was, Iwas very very wide of the mark.She laughed softly and kissed me."No news is good news, so I guess your silence means you want to. Sayit, b...by. Make me proud."Her teasing fingers made my mind up for me. I gasped a desperate yes.Becky released my length, and rolled away."Good - tonight it is then!"She leapt up and started getting dressed."I have some things to buy," she said, "You jump in the shower and usemy body scrub, the strong-smelling one. Oh, and wash and condition yourhair.. We will have to set up practice for tomorrow afternoon, besides it is lunch time and...”“You’re hungry, right.” said Thorf, who came over while I was talking.“Yes I am Thorf, and I’m sure you are too.”“Well I didn’t want to say anything, but yes I am hungry too. Practicing makes me hungry.”“Shall we all put our weapons up and go see if the women have made anything for us. Do you think that if we just sat down they would take pity on us and feed us?”Everyone laughed about that and we were still. And then Mom would be making dinner, practically floating across the kitchen floor. And then again late even on Sunday night.By the time I was twelve or thirteen, I'd figured out what was going on.I vividly remember the night when Erin, my little sister, came bursting into my bedroom, whispering her shout, "Aaron? Aaron? should we call 911? It sounds like Dad's murdering Mom."I faked a haughty Continental laugh. "Mother is enjoying what the French call the little death. Meaning she likes being. There would be times when she came home, kicked off her shoes, reached up under her dress and unhooked her hose from what I knew to be a garter belt. I would watch intently as she would roll a stocking down, one at a time, and take it off. I liked looking at her beautiful shapely legs.I would then be asked to rub her tired feet and calves to relieve the ache and tension. She would always stop me if my hands would stray slightly above her knees and under the hem of her dress.Then came the.