"You don't have to hide from me, Mark." His mother said with a smile. "I've seen you naked before. But I must admit that the view has greatly improved... since you were small.” "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I thought I was alone... I mean I don't normally..." "Hush darling,” She said as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. "There's no need to be embarrassed, boys play with themselves all the time...girls too. In fact I've done it myself a thousand times or so." Her easy going manner had. " You had it? Where at? You got some amazing prosthetics." She checkedme out all over."No, I still have it. It's a neuro-case."Sarah blinked at that and sat up. "Damn. So what can they do? I meanis it small enough they can cut it out?"I shook my head no. "No, it's total brain involvement. I got a littledude living inside my head from here on out." That's bullshit. How are you supposed to live like that?" I got a Phazblox port in the back of my neck, see?" I lifted my hairup. She ran. He said that we should never stop learning. But what can I do? From what I’ve been taught about concussions, his brain has basically been slammed back and forth in his skull. Isn’t that what a concussion really is? Coup, contrecoup, she remembered that the medical profession called it. Dread almost consumed her as the thought continued along its natural path. People die from concussions all the time. Some don’t die but are essentially rendered vegetables for the rest of their lives. Others. One snuggled up to me and was kissing and nuzzling my neck and pressing her firm tits against me while the other worked on coaxing a nice hot load of morning cum out of my hard cock.Twenty minutes later I started my day.Thursday:I pulled up to Paul's studio just before nine.I didn't know whom Paul was shooting today but I knew I was going to like it. He had a list of women I was interested in and only called me when one of them was scheduled for a shoot.Paul was one of the premier photographers.