I started probing the manner in which discipline was performed, particularly if there were teenage daughters in the house. I would interview each of t...he parents and the teen individually about the discipline. I usually started with the teen. I found their hesitation and embarrassment highly arousing.I particularly remember one 15 year old girl named Abby. I could see her cheeks blushing deep red, even though she hung her head so strongly. She was squirming and stammering as she told me how. Someone – I don’t know who – suggested that you might like a bit of help finishing up your new home. Suddenly I found we were going to have a ‘house raising’ like the early folks used to do with a barn. Before I knew it, I had so many offers I had to have help keeping track of things.“Ron heard what was going on and offered to help organizing the work crews and he and a couple of other guys have made sure that all the menfolk knew what they were going to do and Helen and I did the same with the. That’s not accurate; there was somebody I HAD to tell it to. In the restaurant, I moved closer to him, so nobody would hear; and I’m sure if anybody looked at us, they thought we were ... um ... intimate. I talked and talked, my voice low and my face close to his. I told him about when I was as a young teenager ... about how I couldn’t wait for Mom to go out and leave me alone in the house ... about how I would think of ways to tie myself up, just so I could feel what it was like to be. .. understand each other," Wendy smiled."I guess you're right, Wendy. I do want you to be friends. She really is a beautiful woman," Terry said, almost to himself."Well, I must admit she filled out that dress rather well," Wendy said. "Do you think she's more beautiful than little me?" You jealous too?" Terry grinned."Maybe," Wendy replied, beginning to stroke his knee. "You seemed to be paying her a lot of attention tonight." Wendy pouted."Aw shit, Wendy, she's my mother!" Terry shrugged. "Why.