After the game, we went up to my room to play video games, like we always did. I plopped down in my chair, but instead of turning on the console and s...itting on the bed like she usually did, Glen came over and sat on my lap, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers started tracing their way up my thigh, and I started to feel kinda funny as an enjoyable tingle started up in my crotch."You're acting weird," I accused, though I didn't stop her."Am I? I dunno, we've enjoyed each. But if I treated my Mom the way she treated hers, well, I would still be rubbing welts off my behind." There's a story to that," Brock said. "One I can't share with anyone. But Darla has become more assertive in the past few months. You saw how she was when you were here in July." That surprised me, but I thought maybe she had hit her head or something," J.C. confessed. "I guess we should get back to the house before we forget." Oh, yeah," Brock said. He had already forgotten why he called."I. Richie was already out of bed, helping himself to a glass of cold water in the kitchen. He had his cell phone in hand, texting messages to some friends back at the dorm. He started calling a couple of people, completely unaware of Mildred coming downstairs from the bedroom and heading his way. She enjoyed the view of him standing there wearing only his underwear, but she preferred to see him without them on. She stood there in her bare feet, wearing a long sleeved shirt that belonged to the. I wore a red halter (not a brassiere, there's a difference), just like I'd worn in that TV shot. I checked myself out in my room: gosh darn it, I seemed to have forgotten any panties. Oh well, I'd just have to suffer through the problem of not wearing them.Now one of the things we'd learned, Mom and I greeted people at the door while dressed in street clothes. You never knew when the watchful eye of the Law, or Child Welfare Service, or even the paparazzi were lurking with telephoto lenses..