.. so hot all over." Mom was saying, rubbing me, touching me. "And inside too, aren't you? Are you all hot inside, baby? In here?" She leaned forward,... her hands still on my ass, pressing her lips to my bare tummy, kissing me there."Y-yessssss," I gasped, digging my nails into her shoulders, staring blankly into space, concentrating on the good feelings filling my belly ... my entire body and soul drowning in some sweet warmth that seemed to lift me, make me seem almost weightless.Mom's tongue. If they find out about this we'll be up the creek without a boat and a paddle." "Let's just make sure that they don't find out."alright." "Why are you wearing a tuxedo?" "It's Valentines day and guys can't get in if they aren't wearing one. I do know that I can't take you back to your house." "And going back to yours is totally out of the question." "the only thing we can do is get a room and wait until morning to go home.I'll pay for the room and a change of clothes for the night." The waiter. “What kind of business do you do, Rod? If you don’t mind me asking.”I replied, ”I’m a financial consultant. I’m not here on a specific client engagement. Let’s say I’m prospecting”.“Prospecting? You mean like the men looking for gold in California long ago?” she asked.“Well, that’s one meaning of prospecting. But I’m not here looking for gold”. I lowered my voice a bit and leaned towards her over the barstool that separated us and continued, “Another meaning of prospecting is looking for. "You meant this for me, so now you'll get real familiarwith the plight of all the women you've tried to destroy for telling thetruth about you. Don't make any trouble. It won't do you any good.You're better off learning to be a good girl, and learning it quick!"She was stunned into a silent, voiceless stupor as the escorts took herby both arms and removed her none too gently from the office. My lastvisual image of my old body was a quite pleasant sway of generous hipsin a rumpled dress.I was in.