"'Cause THAT's not cultural appropriation? Maybenext you'd like to teach me Hebrew?" If you'd like?" Dan asks, oblivious to Ben's sarcasm."...Actually... I'm thinking maybe we should head out after all?" Isuggest. "Get some fresh air, rather than spend all day cooped upinside?" Suits me," Mac replies with a shrug. "After lunch, though, and itshould really be Chloe's decision- she is the guest of honour, afterall." Thank you," Chloe says with a smug grin. "Maybe it WOULD be a good ideato go out. Now I don’t know much about hypnotism. My understanding is that you can’t make anyone do anything they don’t want to do ... but hell, maybe Mom did want me to be a teenager again, someone she could control, order around. Someone who listened to her, respected her.Not that I didn’t respect her, of course. But ... well, maybe Mom wanted to go back to a time when I was a kid, instead of a young professional, on the verge of moving out.On the verge of leaving her.Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought. They had been whispering among themselves, passing the young man’s story being told from table to table.And now, every single man in this bar knew that her price was twenty bucks for a blow job and every single one of them had a twenty lying on the table in front of him. Even the young man who had previously blown her off was now fingering a twenty and grinning at her like the devil himself. She knew that not one of these men had taken the money out of their wallets to buy another round of. Hers was an architectural master piece.I had been widowed at that time for a couple of years and I had practically given up on ever having sex again. But on those three days a week, my eyes were kept peeled and my balls tingled delightfully any time I caught a glimpse of her, dolled up for a date, or heading for her pool.Growing dark that evening, it was getting too late for her evening swim, so I turned off the light and was just about to close the garage door and head inside, when I heard.