He had called the office several times but Jenny had refused to put him through, thinking he was a reporter resorting to subterfuge to get a comment. ...e finally tracked me down at a deli near the courthouse.I didn't recognize him when he approached. The teenaged boy with zits and greasy hair had worn nothing but ratty jeans and black T-shirts. The man who approached me looked nothing like the kid I had represented. He wore a nice suit and his hair was short. His complexion had cleared and he'd. Instead it looked like a regular cocktail party.After a while a couple reluctantly took their leave. Jodie's mother came back from showing them out, and announced "The front door is locked."That was the signal. Women began to unbutton blouses and shoes got slipped off. Guys hands began to explore beneath the clothes. Some guy had his hand in Mom's blouse, and as they kissed we could see him squeezing her boobs. Jodie's Mom was talking with one guy while another guy felt her up, and so on.There. Thunderstorms are starting to build in a few areas, but not problematic yet.“I’m watching that, baby,” Jerry says. “You can pull up the overlay on your display.”“Neat!” I said. “Glass cockpit. Big leagues, almost like Cindy.” I’d flown right seat with Cindy on a jaunt and was astounded with the cockpit technology, then I went back to the minimal instruments of my ultralight and the slightly more capable but OLD instruments in the little Cessna trainer and the 182. This thing’s got capabilities. She was, however, loosing inches. Her clothes were fitting more loosely; she was even getting into clothes that she hadn't worn in years. I think the battle for Mom was almost won; there was just one more area to conquer."Mom can we talk; woman to woman." Of course dear, what did you want to talk about?" Your sex life." I thought she would drop the bar she was so stunned."I really don't think that's any of your business; besides you're too young to talk of such things." No Mom, you're wrong..