That night George described it to Patty, and she was immediately enthusiastic."I'd love to get out of this sweat box for a week. We could take the kid... and make a family vacation out of it." True," agreed George, "or we could leave the kids with your sister so you could have a real vacation." Umm, that would be nice. Mary and I were telling each other just yesterday how much we wished we could have a vacation away from the kids." Hey," George tossed in, "we could even take Bob and Mary along. The Beast has willing helpers, a supporting cast that play crucial roles in the Beast's performance, and soft lips form long, lingering kisses that encourage it to swell and increase in firmness. Tactile fingers, the Beast by proxy, touch and caress, push and probe, and imitate the impending actions of their master. Damp wispy hair and smooth wet flesh, sticky moisture and musky smells combine to arouse the Beast further, causing it to swell and secrete in anticipation of salacious pleasure. . " How dare you!" Patricia roared, coming in at once at the first sign of trouble to defend, as usual, her favorite son. "Why Rennie works his fingers to the bone and..." Comes in drunk every single morning late, usually about 10 a.m, or sometimes closer to eleven!" Pete retorted, calmly but firmly, daring his mother to meet his eyes. She knew the real truth, dozens of times over, but couldn't ever face admitting it. Rennie was a lazy wastrel who had no ambition or desire for anything other than. She asked me why I suggested coffee instead of lunch. My reply could, in a courtroom setting, be described as non-responsive but I saw no lawyers or judges at our table. (FYI, the guy who stuck it up my ass in high school went on to become a lawyer. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?)Anyway, I took a deep breath. "Because I'd like to make love to you."Involuntarily, she blushed and at the same time began to twist her engagement and wedding rings around her finger. I had lied, of course. I didn't.