” Michele extrapolated.“Sophisticated. Like you,” David sighed and glanced up lovingly at his mother.“Ok David here it is. You can’t use my ...ingerie for masturbation.”David hung his head ashamedly.“But,” Michele lifted her son’s chin.“When I throw things out; I don’t know what happens to them do I?” she winked at her son.“Sorry Mom; I know I shouldn’t have done those things with your knickers and stuff but I couldn’t help myself. I won’t do it again I promise,” David beamed up at his. Some of the housekeeping staff have gotten very close to her and do what a PCA might otherwise."Treat her normally, but don't hide that she's lost a lot of weight. Her hair has gone, but she's quite careful about wigs, and even has fun changing them. She has several that match her normal bright red, but she can be incredibly funny when she changes to a blonde one and does blonde jokes. That sense of humor is new for her."Actually, she's been improving for quite a while, and we talk history. I guess you could say I was moving to the big city. I didn't have a boyfriend and my social life was practically zero so I was looking forward towards the move. I got settled in my entry-level advertising position at the agency and found that it was difficult to make friends around here. Most people commuted to work and after work most would want to get going home. I had a 40 minutes commute as well so by the time I got home, I wasn't in any mood to socialize anyway. I spent a lot of evenings. They, like other people felt it was my fault the marriage didn’t work. The only friend I had in the world was Eleanor, I did manage to see her the odd time during this period.” “Well that’s enough of that,” Allyson said bitterly. I kept quiet after that, and we had our lunch in silence. Once we were finished, Allyson got up and placed the dishes in the sink. Turning to me she finally smiled, “Come on,” she said, “let’s go and I’ll dry your hair.” She led me to her bedroom, and had me.