.you know what that is, don't you?" He said, "Mom!" He hesitated for a moment and then said quietly, "Yes of course I know what that is." "Well you ...haven't been there, have you?" "No mom." His discomfort was evident. "Sweetheart, there's nothing wrong with talking about this, we always talk about things together, this shouldn't be any different. I know you go out sometimes, but you never stay very long with one girl; and, you haven't slept with anyone, have you?" She got her answer from his. To be honest, I wanted to start crying, to go home and roll up into a ball and wail like a two-year-old. But I could not with my strong boner demanding it be taken care of. I looked at Lou, and then glanced over to my watch. “We have to go, or we will be late,” I said with a droll voice.She sprang up and took my hand. “Ok, so where are we going?”“I have tickets to a theater,” I answered. “The Duck Hunter Who Shot An Angel. It was something Sharon wanted to see.”She dragged me out of the. Stepping forward onto my back lawn, I moved to the edge of the shadow created by my house. There, in the shadow, was an empty king size waterbed. Laying down on the limp rubbery material, I quickly positioned my body so that each of my limbs were pointed towards the corners of the bed. Even in the darkness, it wasn’t hard to find the D-rings I had glued to the bed using heavy rubber straps. Beside each ring was a lock. I quickly buckled both of my ankles to the rings on the bottom. You being to day dream of a break from work and a spar day. All of a sudden you hear a knock at the door. You manage to drag yourself to the front door. You are greeted by an attractive man you subconsciously look him up and down he interrupts you mid way and say. "Good evening miss I hope I didn't disturb you". You look into his eyes and reply "not at all" with a seductive smile on your face. He hands you a business card and say "I've just moved to the local area and I'm promotion my massage.