When she realized he was heading her way, she moaned under her breath, "Why can't people just leave me alone?" Hi, my name is Tom. Would you mind if I... joined you for a few minutes?" he asked, in a pleasant voice."I suppose, but I'm about to head back to work," she lied."I only need a few moments of your time. Unless, you decide to stay longer," he smiled disarmingly."Like that will happen," she thought. Instead, she muttered her affirmation."I was wondering what you think of me?" You seem. She was frozen for a while. Eventually she put the mug on the countertop and held her hand out to get a better look. Mal was speechless. She swallowed a lump in her throat and managed to look up at me. She was crying and not just a little. The silent tears were plentiful as she gazed up at me, still holding her hand out. I took this as my cue. ‘Mallory? baby?’ I set my coffee next to hers and knelt down, kissing her knees. I looked into those eyes and my voice caught in my throat. I came out. Mike suggested that they meet and hang out during the day, and that suggestion was also declined."My parents have forbidden me to hang out with boys," she responded.It would be on a Friday about two weeks later that she informed him that her parents would be going out for the evening on Saturday so there would be no time limit on her dancing."And tonight I'll wear my thigh-high stockings and heels if you think you can handle it," she cooed into the phone."Of course I can handle it," Mike. Such a stud! Mommy raised such a stud.”“Yes,” I groaned and then collapsed on her, breathing heavily, her breasts so soft beneath me. “Damn, Mom.”“Uh-huh,” she groaned and then shuddered. “And don't worry about actually breeding me. I use the implant.”“Implant?”“Nexplanon,” she said. “It's great. Last for three years.” She touched her arm. “I have a little rod in there.”“Oh,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.“What type of porn are you watching?” she asked as I rolled off of her. “I know.