Thus if we did have an 'accident' and I 'spilled' my cream in her, mommy had more that enough reserves to satisfy my needs, and accidents do happen. ... had spilled milk any number of times as I grew up, now that I was a grown-up boy, I knew that sometimes accidents happen on purpose! So – how to get mom to 'mess'-around with me again, to where we at last get to do what she and grandpa did? – that was the question.I remembered that mom and I had talked about getting dad reinvigorated as far as. I wanted a way out.The audience got horribly screechy screamy as their boy was jostled through the crowd by his own security; for his introduction and I swear the youthful prick; lip synced his insipid opening teenage heartache number: the volume up... way too loud.The only other adults apart from me not interested in the mayhem were the several security officers making their way to me...they all had the size and skill to carve through a squish of nubile bodies without m*****ing them. Gentle. I slid my stocking feet into the loafers, they feltso loose without men's socks, and my feet seemed to swim in them. Istepped in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the door.With my small but noticeable mounds and my fem ponytail I could barelypass for a guy. My nails really seemed to shine and on closerinspection it appeared as though there was a slight glitter to theclear polish, oh well. I really looked like a sissy but I didn't havethe courage to actually shop en femm yet. I. " Please hand the phone to him." Hang on."I found Rubin in the office he used as a security station and handed him the phone. "Newt wants to talk with you."I sat in the chair in front of the desk and waited."I turned that chore over to Gary," Rubin said. Seconds later, he said, "I don't know. I haven't heard back from him." Rubin grinned and winked at me. "All right. He's sitting in front of me." Rubin held out the phone.I took it and said, "I take it someone named Gary reported the car bomb.".