. you know... about the magazine," he said in a shy, hesitant tone."No darling. I am not upset anymore. I am sorry I over-reacted. I guess I forgot th...at you are not my little boy any more. You are all grown up and I have to give you privacy. I know how teenage boys are and how they are constantly looking at girls and how their hormones are very active... and... and... that they have strong urges," I told him.I walked him over to the sofa where we sat down holding hands and facing each other, my. Calling toJim, Sally spread the before-and-after pictures of Rob out on the tablein the main room."What's going on Jim?" Sally asked, totally confused. "Rob never seemedto be into this before. When he called me, he sounded like a woman andhe said something about being in hiding." I'm not sure. There are a couple of people here in town that Rob hadcontact with when he went into town. I got the impression from theconversations I was able to overhear that he was running errands for hiswife. . Three homemade tables, three chairs and two nail kegs comprised the furniture, if you didn't count the old pot bellied stove. She smiled at the horse blankets on the walls. That was the one bright spot. She'd been introduced to the local friendly Indians when she got there and had fallen in love with their weaving. She had collected, so far, eight blankets, four of which she'd brought to school to brighten the place up. It had taken the last of the few pieces of jewelry she'd owned to get them,. "Let me get that," I heard a very deep voice say, as the owner of the voice produced a hundred dollar bill from a wallet stuffed with them.It was the local big shot lawyer, Richard Turner, who it turned out to be eyeing me up. Older, but nice looking, richer then Trump, and a certified player in town. I turned around, elbows still on bar, my breasts pointing outward proudly, butt against the bar with my sexy legs outstretched. He stared down the top of my dress, stealing a peek of my black lacy.