E. when The Princess was 16 and my mother 42 (but woe upon anyone who'd mentioned her age). Since strictly cosmetic boob jobs for the under-aged are f...rowned upon, the expensive surgery took place in Mexico. How Mom explained away her sudden porn-star chest to her friends I don't know; I don't even know if she bothered; plastic surgery was so prevalent in their circle that no one thought much about it. For The Princess it could have been different, but it took place at the beginning of a summer. )I canceled my sight blob, had a quick pee while I was sitting where I was, then got changed into my bright yellow Speedos (sigh). I was the first to arrive at our designated meeting spot, probably because I hadn't stopped to do any twirls.I put my eye-hiding sunglasses on, then sent a sight blob to check on my girls. 'My' girls had apparently forgotten about my existence, as they were too busy talking to each other. They were ready to come out - Carol even with a towel wrapped around her torso. And if he did, I'd let him. Mostly he didn't, simply because I found it impossible to wake up before lunch. My bed was very warm every night, and my room just stank like the seashore. And what a smorgasbord would awake me at noon. Needless to say, I had him doing my laundry as well. Which he was happy to do.I'd be leaning over the washer and we'd unbalance the load. Christ, our parents got so worried they nearly sent him to a psychiatrist to figure out why their mopey little adolescent son was. On the way out of the church.” She laughed again and asked, “He didn’t do that did he?” I said, “No, but he absolutely could.”More laughter. I said, “It’s always nice to hear you laugh. I’m glad you called. I was just starting to make plans for the day, what are you up to?”“Well, I wanted to start by thanking you again for yesterday. I had such a good time. I can’t believe you wanted to talk to my parents last night. I was a bit worried they would be mad at us.”“I certainly couldn’t have blamed.