“Oh CJ, you’ve gotten so big! I’m so sorry you had to be alone for so long.”“I missed you Mommy ... and you too, Bobo.”He looked at Bob, �...�I know you’re my Uncle Bob, but ... can I still call you Bobo?”Bob nodded, emotionally, “You can call me anything you want, CJ.” He choked back a chuckle, “Although ... I was hoping when you got a little older you might find something else to call me?”CJ hugged him. “I made them let me see you and Mommy every few cycles. Those are like our days. I always said. I wanted to invite her in, but we were running late. We made it just in time. We ate, and slow danced. I wanted to tell her how I felt, thinking that this was going to be the last chance I may have to tell her, but all I could do was stare into her eyes. She gently kissed me on the lips during an extremely slow song. It was nice. I used to dream about her in intensely sexual ways, but after the kiss, all I wanted to do was hold her close, and if we did nothing more I would be fine with it.The. .. And your weak physique, making it a hot thing and a little tease at the same time. She liked to tease you.You mutter a "uuh yea, yea, sorry I was a bit lost in... In you, I guess." and give her a coy smile."don't you worry big boy, when we come back I'll give you the ride of a life time. ;)" she says, grabbing most of your package in one hand, licking her lips and turns to the door. She opens it to move some of the boxes when she realizes someone stood in the door. She goes"AAAAAAAAAAAAH!". ..what kind of punishment Madame?” she croaked out at last in a hoarse whisper.In response Madame Courvelle turned her attention to the bar and caught Hanna’s eye. “If you please Hanna.” she intoned. Hanna nodded with a grunt and reached down behind the bar for something. She stepped out from behind the bar and crossed the room to join the conference. Yvette caught her breath with a gasp. Over her left arm Hanna carried a clean tea towel. In her right hand she bore a polished length of rattan.