Hey Mary, let’s just keep it our secret, okay. Just between you and me?” She grinned at the face below her. “He’ll never know, not unless we...decide to tell him later…” The two nude girls lay there, each lost in her own thoughts on this bright, carefree Sunday morning of sunshine and togetherness. Mary rose, went to the closet, pulled out a French maid’s costume – white pinafore with mini-skirt in black, the blouse sheer. Three-inch black heels. A black neckband with cream cameo. “Wear. Yeah, I got some skeletons, but don't we all?" I asked. "At least anyone I would want to be Sheriff would have a few."Well I'm just saying, if you run and lose, this might not be the best place for you," he suggested."And what if I win. What do you think I'd going to do to those who threaten me?" I asked."I'm not threatening you Sylvia, I just warning you." he said."Well, we will just have to see how bad the good guys are." I replied.I drove home trying to figure out what all was happening. I. They wanted the name of a responsible parent or guardian they could contact. I had to give them my home address. Now they'll probably get dad out of bed in the middle of the night. I hope he'll tell them to get lost. On second thoughts, maybe not. If he does, then I'm stuck in this hole. I hope he calls one of his lawyer friends and gets me out of here on the double.I hope he'll sue them for abuse of power or something like that. But that's not very likely. He's got this thing about abiding by. "I looked at my beautiful mother. Her eyes were sparkling. She seemed happy and satisfied and there was no guilt or pain on her face."So now tell me honey. What's up with you?" Oh mom!" I suddenly couldn't control myself and fell into her arms, burying my face in my mother's large, warm and naked breasts. She felt so soft.Before I knew it i was lying down on the couch with my head on her lap and her nipple in my mouth. Mom ran her fingers though my hair."What's wrong baby? Its that bitch.