As I stopped talking, he put his hand on mine and held it tightly. "Go on. Talk to me," he said. I spoke hesitantly, "I have always liked you and tho...ught about you as more than just friends." The moment those words came out my mouth, a smirk appeared on his face. I then remembered that I was not wearing anything underneath my gown and asked to excuse myself to change. I walked out the room and into the bedroom, taking off my gown. I opened my wardrobe and started looking at clothes. Just. She felt small and frightened, a little child. Things seemed magnified in the night.She heard the difference in his tone; whatever the truth was, he wanted to hear it. "Are you okay, sweetie?"All the better to heal you with, my dear, she thought, imagining what he must be thinking."I'm afraid," she said."Of what?" he asked, taking the next logical step. Logic; logic. He claimed that logic was by no means natural; it was a framework the human mind imposed on itself. He was probably right. But he. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Now stand over here, yes, up over thatlip. Now bend over and grab those rings down there with both hands."Eager to comply, Steve said, "Like this?" Perfect, honey."With one fluid motion, Debbie put a little lube on Steve's anus, put anozzle in, and turned a faucet handle." Hey, what's that," Steve said and started to stand up."Careful," Debbie said, and pushed him back down with surprisingstrength. "Just relax now, we're nearly done. Stay like that for. So I take it you like wearing skirts anddresses?" Yeah mom, I can't believe I didn't have any in my closet. I guess Ijust never paid any attention to what's in style out there." Did I tell you how pretty you look in that dress dear? You look like anabsolute angel," his mom gushed."Thanks! It feels so light and airy...I love it!" he replied as he did alittle twirl."Oh Honey, you have a run in your pantyhose," his mom said and sheadmired the feminine creature."Yeah, I know. Some woman gave me.