"I can understand that. However, I told you there were fresh sheets on the bed upstairs." I know. It was very tempting but I want the first time to be... special... and, in my own bed."Sandra looked at her with understanding. "A little revenge huh?" Something like that," Elaine answered. "Uh... mother, what does your schedule look like next weekend?" Busy I'm sure, why?" Well, I was wondering if you would watch the boys?"Sandra smiled. "Well, I have Jerome coming over, but I'm sure he won't. Unless you dictate it, I can not be commanded by anyone else. Even then, it would be a shallow command at best. We have already discussed those circumstances."Obviously, you are not the Prime I had been waiting for, but just as obviously, he was not coming. Because of that, I was able to accept you as my commander. Once that decision was made, it can not be changed. You are a Prime. You are my Prime, and therefore my Commander. Nothing will change that. There was no other Prime on that planet,. "I mean where you keep your underwear." The last part of the sentencewas barely audible."You mean you looked in my underwear drawer where I keep my bras andpanties?"Timmy shook his head up and down and through his tears said, "yeah, butI also touched your stuff." Touched?" Put some on." You wore my bra and panties?" Yeah," Timmy said and lapsed into a crying fit."Why are you telling me this?" Because, Aunt Ruth ..." Aunt Ruth? What has she got to do with this?" Mom! She caught me doing the same. Moira was tall, strong, and self confident about her presentation. Her long red hair, pinned up in black, enameled chopsticks detailed with tiny cherry blossoms, and her in a Kimono made him think of an Irish Geisha, though such a thing did not really exist. When he met her eyes, he could not help but think he saw the same look of interest in her as she sculpted his muscles with her eyes under his short sleeves, picturing his hard abs, paid for with sweat and hard work. They were very different.