You could have a reaction any time. You should be home where I can keep an eye on you."I'm an adult, Mom. I have my own life and my own career. I have...a wonderful man in my life, now. I can set my own schedule and decide where and when to go."You have an illness. You need help and I'm here to help you."You've got it wrong, Mom. I have a condition that I'm capable of managing. I have been managing it. I hadn't had a reaction in over two years before this started. I think you're the one who's ill. When I am satisfied with the smoothness of your skin, I clean the area with the towel I’d set aside before, then move away to wait once more. These long moments of silence and uncertainty make you increasingly anxious. I watch, fascinated, as you fight the urge to squirm. Your muscles slowly tense and your buttocks shift ever so slightly against the smooth wood of the table top. Moving as quietly as I can, I retrieve a long taper candle that I’d lit while attempting to set the mood for the. If she would just turn around, I could find out if she had on any other thong apparel."Hey there," she said lightly, as if we hung out all the time. Honestly, I wouldn't mind that at all. "Hey," I said, feigning nonchalance and staring at the TV. "You didn't even bother with a towel? Nice." What?" she started. "Oh yeah. Eh, I decided against it for now. Maybe some other night." God I hoped so.For the next hour or so we just hung and chatted, leaving the TV on as background and a conversation. “Show him in, Vincent.”Vincent waved him inside with a curt gesture,Sir Oswald gave Jack a sweeping glance before demanding, “Where is this man’s footwear?”“I got him to leave his boots downstairs, sir,” Vincent told him, his face reddening.Sir Oswald’s face showed his displeasure at the butler. “Get those boots here without delay. I will not embarrass my guests by having them in stockinged feet.”Vincent was now plum-coloured, “But they were filthy, sir.”“Then clean them. Just get them.