Uhm...need to….talk to you.” I said.“Uh...I..really..don't think this is a good time..” she replied in a somewhat nervous tone, her eyes getti...g wide and her face taking on a worried expression.“But, I...I think we need to Mom.” I protested as I took a step towards her.She immediately took a step back, looking down on the floor. I figured this was probably my last chance to get something going and I needed to lay it all out to her.“Tom...please...just...just...drop it.” she begged.“I can't Mom.. Both?My parents were complicated citizens.Her next question, too, was predictable. "Where would you go to law school?" she asked.You'd think my Mom, high-powered Washington wheeler-dealer, might have gone to Harvard or Yale, right? At least Penn, or Chicago.Actually, she'd gone to law school at the University of Wisconsin.Hey, we've all got to start somewhere. I mean, Wisconsin had a perfectly good law school. It's just that -- now -- a quarter-century later, as the Next Generation, I was. “You’re sexier than ever, pregnant as you are ... does anyone even know the daddy is?” Julian demanded to know, as all had to obey him even now.“Of course, Reverend! Hubby is daddy, no matter who put that spawn in my belly, though I hope that this one came from your loins! It would be such an honor to carry your seed in my womb, a baby bump made by your lust for me!” Sherry egged Julian on as he began ramming her juicy cunt with his fierce, throbbing cock.“You won’t test paternity, are we. I want to see you Friday morning, no later than noon. Remember, you get a year younger every hour. If you wait too long, you'll forget how to get here – and I'm the only one who can reverse the process."Byrne shuddered, remembering that part. But then he put it out of his mind. Whatever was in that foul-tasting tea the old man had given him, it was working. The pain in his hip was lessening, and the arthritis in his shoulder had faded. He raised his arm slowly above his head, feeling only minor.