"Time to go shopping," she called from the hallway, "go shower and put on the clothes I put out for you."I showered and put on the clothes. Black dres... pants, socks, and a casual button-up dress shirt. I looked in the mirror. Pretty good, I thought. I dabbed on some aftershave, brushed my hair, and headed up the stairs. Where were we going that we needed to dress up?Mom was waiting at the front door. She was wearing a tight white skirt that ended above the knee and a white blouse with the top. I did the same. She kept the glasses on the table and came towards me from front and started touching and caressing my body from top to bottom. I was nervous but getting harder. I grab her elbow and kissed her on her cheek, but she was busy in touching my body and didn’t bother. This gave me a boost and I kissed her on her lips and started smooch her.She also started responding as if she was thirsty for this. While kissing I placed my hand on her neck then slowly moved towards her shoulder,. I tilted my head to the side, slightly panicked. ‘What?!’ I cried out. I was somewhere no one spoke English?? The woman chuckled. ‘My appoligies.’ She stood up and walked to the bed where I lay. ‘There was a belief you were of French origins. There was a substantial wager being placed on that, and I wanted so dearly to disprove them.’ Her white hair was pulled up in a long braid and then wrapped into a bun. Her eyes were the same green as the sea on a summer day, and her smile infectious. I. Thetown found strange support from outside. Everyone agreed that another vote wasthe best solution. Under pressure, the provincial government finally relented.Another vote was held and in this one, the bill passed in a landslide. It wasthe town people giving the finger to big government. Even the women voted forthe bill and the provincial government washed their hands on the matter.A year has gone by and now Matthew Mansell is on his way to write a dirty rottenstory on the town; about the.