The winds were going to get up to 60 miles an hour tonight, and tomorrow. He even said there was a possibility of something called, ‘Clear Air Light...ing,’ whatever that is.’ ‘Thank you, we will see you the same time tomorrow?’ ‘Yes Mrs. Thyme, no problem.’ ‘Come on Teddy, tell daddy to hurry, we are going to ‘The Creamy Cow.’ Gray took Teddy from her mother’s arms. ‘Tell mommy to hurry, because daddy’s ready. Did you know these trips to The Creamy Cow are putting weight on daddy? Pretty. The great thing is that all the plans are there for us to share. One which seemed most involved was a vaporizer that you load with poppers and when started blows warm, moist popper-filled vapor up a tube to a hot little facemask that fits over your nose and mouth. I know that heat makes for better vapor production, and the warm, moist air makes all-day sniffing sessions much more comfortable. So, even though I might have to wait until I get home, I think I’m going to try this one. Some of. Ordering me to make sure I'm clean. Rushing off to the bedroom and starting to shower and getting undressed, rushing to get clean, taking several enemas to make sure my ass is nice and clean. Coming out and drying off and seeing her have a towel laid on the bed covering up something. Sitting on the bed with her legs crossed watching me. Pointing at the floor and telling me to get to my knees. Telling me, "you're my little bitch boy tonight and you will do as youre told" giving me a wry grin. I. Hell, I was only eighteen going on nineteen. Was I ready for marriage? I knew kids who had gotten married at eighteen, but for most of them it was because they got the girl pregnant and had to get married. I guess Maggie had expected me to jump up and say, "Yes! What a great idea" and when I didn't she turned on the water works and a tear ran down her cheek as she said:"I thought you loved me, but I guess all I am to you is easy pussy." You are nowhere near being ready for marriage" her mother.