.. sniff ... wasted... sob, sob ... so much sniff ... tiiiiiiiime” she sobbed. She covered her face with her hands. “I’ve ... been so sniff stup...id.” She relaxed a little, getting her breath and wiping her eyes with both hands. “I could have had sniff a man in my life sniff all these years. I could have had thaaaaaaat...” She launched into another crying jag.Bob didn’t know what to do. Since he was stiff as an iron rod, he wiggled his way upward, kissing her belly and sucking her nipples as her. .." Sure, Mom. I'll do that for you." Good. I still don't know yet..." Mom, no problem," I said while I pulled my sweater over my head.When Mom came back with clothes over her arm, I stood there in my newunderwear. She gave me some white pantyhose."Careful pulling them on, you can't do it just like a pair of pants."Ought I tell Mom now, that I had considerable experience with pantyhose?Better not. I pulled them on and pretended to being a little clumsy."Arms up." Great quantities of material. It also contained ropes, pulleys, and many other things she couldn't recognize.A small noise on the floor above her had her widening her eyes. Now, she knew where she was! She heard that noise everyday. She was in a room somewhere in the court house. Where she had worked for the last 5 years.tSlowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind. The car, anyway, felt like a senseless waste of money for a city girl, but Stacey thought we deserved one. I felt bad about disappointing her, but it had only motivated me to work harder. I was hoping news of my latest successes would help cheer her up. ‘I’m home!’ I called, guiding my roller bag through the doorway. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Stacey’s candles. They littered our apartment since she’d moved in, but it smelled like she’d lit more of them than usual. It was a.