. I spilt my hot chocolate over him. And okay its was my fault but he went crazy and got in my face started goin crazy shouting rite In my face omg it... scared me and as he shouted he was spitting all over my face... He was hard to understand what he was saying in his broken up Welsh accent he looked like he lived everyday without changing his clothes and ever washing his face as he stunk of b. O and omg he was ever so aggressive he noticed I had spilt my drink down his beige trousers before I. . no! I didn’t---I didn’t mean you. You’ve been fantastic! But I’ve been without for all this time since the mono...”“I know that Mom. That’s why I wanted to take you out. I ... um ... have plans for us later on.”“You do, do you?” She laid her hand on mine. It wasn’t a move a mother usually makes with her son and people noticed. “Maybe for tonight you can call me Rachel?”“Mom ... Rachel, your hand. People are watching.”Oh,” she said and slowly withdrew her hand and picked up a napkin and dabbed. The two surgeries would gooff without complications and he would better be able to cross-dresswhenever he chose.As he dried off, he planned his morning. He would have to wear ?drabtoday, because he needed to stop by the college this morning and finishup his paperwork. And then, this afternoon, he looked forward to another interview, thisone with a couple. He knew he had to come home to change and was alreadyplanning his outfit in his mind.As he applied moisturizer and rubbed over his skin, he. She said I had nothing to worry about; it looked like he was a normal red-blooded teenager and probably scans the internet for porn. He’ll have photos or movie clips to wank to somewhere, that’s what my son has.She was right, I went through his computer when he was at football after school that night and found a stack of photos. They were all of mature woman, no young girls, just woman like me, mothers with all their lumps and bumps wearing normal bras and knickers and some in panty girdles.I.