“This is how it is called here. It is a scientific term,” he explained as Cory quirked an eyebrow questioningly.“That sounds terrible,” the fo...rmer servant spoke. “This is how people here refer to when ... you know...”Somehow, Edgar’s embarrassment was transferring to him. He wished they weren’t having that conversation.“Oh, no, we do not indulge in such acts here. It is strictly forbidden. And unnecessary,” Edgar almost shouted while raising his hands in defense.Cory’s eyes grew wide. “But. Mom had thrown the idea out a couple of weeks earlier. On a phone call one evening, she mentioned a conversation she'd had with a new friend of hers at church."Her brother is on the organizing committee for an Irish festival in upstate New York," my mother explained. "It's somewhere in the Catskills, not that far from Albany. I never would have guessed this, but this little town is a hotbed for Irish cultural activity. They're having this festival the last weekend in August. My friend told me. He told me that he had to start working from today that’s why he got late. I served him dinner, and sat in front of him. He enjoyed the dinner and the view of my cleavage. We went to sleep, and I kept thinking about they way my son was checking me out. * A couple of days passed, and Scott didn’t stop spying on me. When ever I was taking a shower or undressing after getting back from work I felt like someone was at my bedroom door watching me. One afternoon I came back from the work to pick up. Part 2It had been three days since my glory hole initiation, and I had managed to avoid rushing back, like a bitch on heat, for more, but here I was stoood in the queue waiting for a booth, in the local clothing store, and I had some tacky strapless dress and blouse over my arm as I waited in line . I really didn't have control of myself and I hadn't slept properly those last nights. "Next for No2" said the assistant, and I watched those in front step forward, all in a dream with a lump in my.