“My lord?”“I need to pee.”Her smiled broadened. “On a scale of 0 to 10…”So I started to tickle her. “No! Don’t! Don’t tickle me! S...top it!”And she slithered off of me, and scampered into the bathroom, locking the door.I went off to the other bathroom, smiling, and making a mental note that she hated being tickled.When I returned, she was peeking out of the bathroom door, looking askance at me, ready to lock the door again.I smiled, sat on the bed, and patted it. “King’s X, truce. Please come. That's the only word to describe it, then I will probably look for a divorce."Jake was shocked that things had gone so far."Does Simone know all this, I mean about my father?" Yes."He thought about that for a moment then reverted back to his mother's problems."So have you got someone lined up?"He reckoned that he was being very adult about all this, that is until she replied in what seemed like deja vu."Yes. You." Me?" Why not?" But you're my mother."Again this struck him as being almost the. Give me your hand."She reaches for my right hand again and guides it once more towards her left breast. I try to resist again, but I lost the will to control myself and let her place my right hand on her left breast. I turn my head away from her out of the disgust of my own action. "Why?" I quietly said to myself in a disappointed tone."It's fine. You have my permission. Now just move your hand around in a circle."I did as she wanted, moving my right hand around clockwise massaging her left. It was a very nice surprise to find out that Dalia arrived a day earlier than planned. I first noticed her when she walked in to the operations room. The room was filled with military personnel, 80 percent of them men. Dalia came over to greet me and asked how I was doing. We discussed the normal stuff not to attract any attention, because like any other company the army is full of gossip. I told my duty help I was going for a coffee break and would be back some time later. During the coffee.