Earlier today, hehad been hustled into the bathroom and finally released from his tight,cum slick bondage for the first time in a week. She gave him h...s enema,ordered him to shave his body, and allowed him to take a wonderful hotshower.Now, as they traveled deeper into the countryside, he found himself in asimple t-shirt and shorts, under which he was wearing a pair ofBayonetta's black silk panties. She didn't have any men's underwear onhand and she insisted that he looked better in panties. And mom was still out with her friends.So he was still awake when she was dropped off. He could hear her moving around downstairs. Then silence.Tommy was pretty sure she hadn’t come upstairs. Maybe she was watching tv.Maybe he should check on her.He creeps down the stairs. Sneaking, as if he is doing something wrong. Then he peers into the living room.His mother is on the couch, passed out.She doesn’t drink much. But every couple months she goes dancing with her friends and gets pretty. The town's alive with agents, reporters, cranks and all bloody sorts." "Sorry sheriff. I didn't foresee what such a minor accident to a single little boy could result in such a circus." "I'm going to put these two deputies on permanent patrol of your boundary. The whole world and his dog are out there. For God's sake go and give them a proper press conference and let's get the whole bloody thing finished with." "I'll do it tomorrow and I'll pay for the deputies overtime." "Thanks. I'll. ‘Yeah,’ he sighed. Leslie poked her head out of the storeroom and looked for customers. There were none. They probably wanted to get home and out of the way of the storm, Leslie thought to herself. She almost wished she could do the same. Just curl up on the sofa to some hot chocolate and a good book. That sounded lovely to her right then. Leslie leaned against the door frame and pushed her straight brown bangs away from her face. At thirty-one years old, she was considered quite pretty, but.