I'd mentioned that private possession of gold or silver coins or bullion was a Class-B felony up here, far away from civilization and my own land of l...imited non-intrusive government, but so was selling guns to your national enemies. Jesse just probably didn't care, and keeping your loot in precious metals was always a safe way to plan for an extremely uncertain future, possibly even as an international fugitive. I mentioned to Bel that it was more than likely that he wasn't going to be as easy. His sad, brown, puppy dogeyes stared helplessly at me. Sheryl ran a hand through his drenched locksof hair. Ding! Round over. It was a technical knock out. I had lost thefight."Max got kicked out of his house," Sheryl continued, "He doesn't have anyplace to stay."It was a challenge. I knew one when I heard one. I had played the sensitivemale and now she wanted me to prove it. If I wanted to get into her panties,if I ever wanted to divorce Mrs. Sox, I had better put up or shut up. Max'seyes. Ellen just blurted it out right in front of her mother. Come on Billy, let’s go to my bedroom. I really need to fuck.I turned and looked at Mrs. Farrow appalled that Ellen would say something like that in front of her.Mrs. Farrow just smiled, “Go ahead Billy, I’ll stay out here and not bother you.”That first time it felt a little awkward getting up from the table and going with Ellen to her bedroom to have sex with her mother a couple of rooms away. After a few times, it did not bother me to go. . . fifteen?" "Uh, huh", she said as she grinned like it really was her birthday and pulled out the contents. Her face went blank when she saw the long plastic device. "Oh my God! Is this what I think it is?" she asked, looking around to make sure nobody was looking. "It's a massager," I explained. "What did you think it was?" She was silent for a few seconds. "The same," she replied in a serious tone, as she inspected its flesh color and obvious phallic shape. "Here, let me show you how to.