When she turnedback and looked at me I must have looked scared out of my mind. She gave methat warm smile again and said:"Just relax; I'm not going to...do any thing that's going to hurt. Have youhad your breasts examined before?" No." I croaked."Well, it's not so bad I'm just going to press on your breasts with myfingers to feel for any lumps or other irregular tissue. Then I'll checkyour nipples to make sure they're healthy. It only takes a couple ofminutes."At the part about checking my. ' I replied.He smiled and nodded before he ordered a whiskey of his own. 'So, Stranger, what's your name.' I asked just before imbibing the remaining dribble of double malt from my scotch glass.'Jorg Browne. From down south; if the drawl didn't give it away. In town on business; only the business is on Monday and I'm here already,' he said with a grin and a wink. 'So I'm just going to have to enjoy myself for the weekend. Got something planned for yourself?'I shook my head. 'Nothing? A pretty. Jeff wouldn't have been aware of its existence until it was time for us to break up. I had to do something."Jeff, I want you to remember me telling you to remember this request that you remember it."He didn't have to say, "What?" It was implicit in his dazed look."That's all. Just remember."I needed to prepare before I could discuss our situation with him.That evening, when I had finished the amount of work I decided earlier I had to get done I wandered into the kitchen where Jeff was working. He moved closer. "Chris," his mother warned when he was almost touching the chair. "I can smell you." Chris reached out to touch the sensitive inner flesh of his mother's thigh. "I'm going to kiss it," Chris said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Oh Jesus Chris, we can't," Allison protested weakly. Chris moved closer, his face on a level with her knees; his eyes fixed on her swollen flesh as the scent drew him closer. Allison placed her hands on her son's shoulders in a vain attempt to stop him from.