I sought a Wise man; said to be here by the Town's people I had met as I entered this Vale. After an hour of climbing, I lay exhausted on the twisted ...ranches of a crooked little pine clinging to the side of the mountain. The Vale lay far below, almost invisible in the thickening mist. "I bet the Wiseman is as gnarly and twisted as this tiny pine," I announced, grateful for the curiously strong branches supporting me, however twisted. "Young man, if you are finished resting," a voice drifted. That's the word I got from Peg, years after his death. And it came straight from Eloise Borkus' mouth, so it had to be true.Peg was the model student, always paying attention in class, turning in her homework, scoring well on her tests. She finished high school with a 3.98 GPA. She's never forgiven her Home Ec. teacher for the B+ she got. Even now, over a decade later, if you want to set Peg off, make some comment about her cooking, no wonder she couldn't pass Home Ec. She also missed perfect. Anyway, this time, my right hand grasped the rope and held on. And the end of the dangling rope slowly came back down, with me hanging onto it, until the rope and I were both back in the barrel. My weight had been enough to retrieve it, and there had been enough resistance to prevent me from coming down hard in another free fall.But now I confronted a new problem. Whatever the rope had been attached to, above the barrel, was nowhere to be seen. And if this rope was operating on a pulley. Now the flirting feels more like an addiction. By the time mom had finished her story, I had her top open, her bra opened in the front and I had her large breasts swinging freely in front of the realtor lady who was now clenching her legs together. We walked to the living room, the realtor now openly ogling moms huge swinging udders. Mom bent over the arm of the couch and thrust her ass out to me while swinging her breasts back and forth as obscenely as possible. I slid my hands up moms dress.