Mom explained all about the sexual drives men and women have and then dropped the subject. She never did allow herself to expose herself to me after t...at. When Robbie nursed Mom made sure I wouldn't be home but I knew what she was doing and it didn't bother me."Thinking back and remembering?" Mom asked bringing me back to the present."Sorry, Mom, but that's what I was doing." I know," she giggled. "The bulge in your pants gave you away." Aw geez, Mom," my voice squeaked."Well at least I can. It was worse! The pressure had reached a point that I thought I was going to explode and on top of that I felt delirious.The delirium was caused by the doctor squeezing and tugging her way up my inner lips. The closer she got to the top the more my head spun. I had my eyes tightly shut and I think I was making little noises.I could hear her voice; faint and distant,“OK... it’s OK... just relax and breathe.”I was trying to concentrate on that, on my breathing and ignore what she was doing to. She looked out at the rain as the thunder rumbled out again but she could feel his eyes all over her. She imagined how she must look to him, with her clothes transparent and plastered to her curves, her underwear visible through the thin material, the rain still glistening on her pale skin. She turned back to him and they watched one another for a few moments, neither wanting to speak, listening to the grumbling threats or the storm above their heads. He offered her another shy smile and wiped. We really needed a good television strategist, but none of us knew where to look for one.The shows looked great. They were sensitive and caring. Joanne came off as being concerned for the needs of the guest of the week and looked like a real friend—a big sister of sorts. Critically, it got good reviews. But it wasn't garnering a big audience. Still, we enjoyed a solid six hours of playback on her birthday. It was a beautiful show.Joanne looked at me and I almost asked her to come to the master.