One of them acted as a look-out whilethe other three transported mom's body from the house to the trunk of theirwaiting car in about twenty seconds. T...hey may have been nerds, but these k**ssure knew what they were doing. I felt confident that my mom was in good hands.Had I realized some of the things they were going to do to her, I wouldn't havehad such a warm and fuzzy feeling. Mom doesn't remember a lot of the details of what happened to her duringthe nearly thirty hours they did their level. "Stan are you OK? Dammit answer the door or say something. ARE you ok?"I finally got the door open and she stood there with a scared look on her face. She brushed past me and said, "Dammit what's the matter with you? Can't you answer the door or at least tell me you're coming? I was scared something had happened!"I calmed Glenda down and apologized then invited her to come have some soup while I finished my supper. Over our meal we calmed even more and began visiting like old friends do. We. I think it would be more sensible if I took both weeks, please?”“Okay, you’ve enough days to do that, as long as you don’t want to take any time off before then.”“I’m not planning to.”“Not even for Christmas shopping?”I laughed.“Me? Shopping?”She laughed back. I’d heard her talking with some other secretaries about the trials and tribulations of taking their husbands and sons shopping, so I knew I was fitting the local male stereotype.“So how is your girlfriend ever going to get that ring on. So I imagined the time I was hooded withStephanie and she was caressing me. I fantasied that I wouldn't know whenor how she would touch me. I imagined that she would take me all the way.But at each step I would be surprised. It was a little out of theordinary for me as usually I take a more active role in my fantasies.Often I would have a woman give me head.So standing before Stephanie, with her staring impassively at me, Iswitched to this new fantasy. To my surprise I got really hard.