I put the TV on and watch the news: “A massive d**g channel cut off by police: politicians and policemen could be involved in this traffic”. Oh my...god, it is happening… I watched the news the entire night to see if they are talking about Marc, but nothing… I received a call, by midnight, It scared me, it was Marc’s mom, to tell me that Marc is sick and he is going to stay at her house for a few days. I was more than confused. Marc was maybe not involved? Or he did the job but earlier? I do not. Wekissed, not like mother and son, but like former lovers, which seemed toshock the nurses. When I finally stood up, she was momentarily takenaback as she studied me from top to toe."You look like a beautiful young woman," she exclaimed. "I should haveput you on hormones when you were a teenage boy, although then wewouldn't have been able to do what we used to do." Thank you," I said with a smile, still a bit groggy from theanaesthetics I was given before the operation. "I don't feel so hot. That sweater would look nicer and slide around less if you had more infront." Slow down Mom!" I'm just saying, you would blend even better." Whatever.. we have to leave now." Hold on for just one second."After dashing down the hall, my mother quickly emerged from her bedroomand ordered me to stand in front of her. She grabbed the front mass ofhair on both sides of my head and pulled them back and up behind myhead. When she was satisfied, she attached a giant sized hair clip tohold the two. After some time she came back in a nightie…. She then continued her household works… She didn’t say anything about my act during the journey and acted normal… Then she she went to bath.. I was chatting with my cousin…I heard her voice calling me from the bathroom… I asked what you want… She said please take a nighty for her…She forgot about it… I said ok and picked my favorite light blue nighty and ran to her bathroom… I called her and she opened the bathroom… She was in her under skirt… Which.