Mother informed me it was time for that little blackdress or LBD for short. And black lingerie is like 'totally' appropriate.This is one time she info...med me, that I'd want him to see I was actuallywearing a black bra."Mother!" I couldn't believe it. She and I were going to go shopping fora black dress and black lingerie. I don't know if you've ever heard thata girl who wears black lingerie 'wants to get fucked!' and I'm sureMother has heard that before because she said that, without. But what took her offguard was his accusing eyes…how dare he give her such look, when I should be the one giving it? she thought, but managed to say calmly, Lord Cedric, good afternoon, I wasnt informed that you would be back soon… then to her surprise, he gave her that sheepish smile and said, Why Ms. Acres, as far as I know I am still the owner of this house, thus, I have no obligation to inform any of my staff of my whereabouts…however, as The Owner, I am obliged to keep my staff well fed…so. “It’s easier for me to move without the skirt,” she said. With that, she snapped a photo of me, still on the couch. “How about if you lose the shirt?”I complied, dropping my shirt beside the couch. She snapped another couple of shots.“Mm-hmm, good. The pants?”Taking a deep breath, I undid my pants, pulled them off and dropped them on top of my shirt.“And the boxers, honey? I never photograph boxers.”In seconds, they were gone. I’d hoped she would understand about my erection. She seemed to as a. “Not to me, but to other women,” she said. Tears began in her eyes. “Even to little girls,” she added in a tone that was suddenly harsh.I could not believe such a thing; my mouth opened but no words came out. Then she shook her head sharply. “Never mind, I don’t want to think about that now. Later. Maybe.”And we spoke of other things.This day she has shown me a thing that sits on a wall of the room where we spend our days. It is like the box on the table, which she calls computer, but bigger.