And it was so thoughtful of you to bring it right over," the blonde wife said, her brain beginning to function along a once believed extremely impossi...le vein! "Here, I must reward you for..." No! No, really, Mrs. Durke! We're not allowed to take rewards for such things!" he said, holding up his hand and backing away."Why... why that's ridiculous, Jerry! Besides, no one has to know... !" she insisted, leafing out a bill as he continued to wag his head and smile."Gee thanks, Mrs. Durke... but I. And absolutely the perfect thing for a sissy to bedoing - she thought anyway. And even if it wasn't, she absolutely lovedseeing him do it all the time, so it didn't really matter. All thatmattered was what she wanted.She briefly wondered if she could ever get him so paranoid aboutcurtseying all the time that he'd actually do it at work too - withoutthinking about it. She guessed it was possible, but since she couldn'tbe there, then she would have no way of knowing. Unfortunately,. This was only a slight irritation with one exception: the bridge that crossed Silver Creek.In order to get to the supposed stronghold of their enemy, the men would have to truck sixty-seven miles around cross country to another road and attack from the north, or ford the creek at some point. An old derelict bridge had been identified on an abandoned right-of-way north of the main highway perhaps a mile. It was there that the Militia planned to cross.Engineers constructing a replacement bridge. "It's fine." Smiled my mom, "And please, call me Kiara." Sure thing Kiara." Dean said, smirking as I rubbed my sore neck.I couldn't believe it my mom was flirting with Dean, the asshole who'd tortured her son for years! And not only that, but I had to watch, feeling jealous of the attention that my sexy mom was giving this asshole!Later in the evening the three of us were in the kitchen, with me and Dean sat at the table waiting for my mom to serve up dinner. Dean sat across from me, staring at.