She started cleaning the bathroom floor where my semen had landed. I was still gripping my penis and I realized that the bandages were soaking wet. "T...he hell with it", I thought. I would have burned both my hands and my feet without a moment's hesitation had I known that I was going to experience something like this. My mother came to me and started to rinse my private parts. Soon I was standing out of the tub with the big towel wrapped around me. She stroked my head in a motherly fashion and. They were taken through to an imposing office, where Bob Kempe was waiting."Tom! Welcome to my little fiefdom. And who is this gorgeous lady you have with you? I have not met her: I would have recognised such beauty."Tom turned to Jeannette. "There speaks a man with four wives: trained to be nice to women." Facing back to Bob Kempe, he announced, "Governor, allow me to introduce you to Mrs Jeannette Reagan. She was the surrogate mother of the first Malan to be born on Earth. Jeannette, this is. Back at his rock/chair, he took out his straightening tool to work on the broadhead, his hands having finally stopped shaking. When it was as straight as he could get it, he put it aside and returned the tool to the pouch on his belt.With the way the cat had crashed down the hillside after having its face burned, he figured it would think twice about coming back tonight. With his desperation to bring in enough wood, kill an animal for food and develop a torch to see with at night, he had put. " What does it look like?" It's standard-issue," she said. "It's going to be very cute. Yourboyfriends will enjoy it very much.'"I don't have boyfriends," I said."Well, you will have. Dozens of them. It's a cute vajayjay." Vajayjay?" I asked."You know. Your kitty. Your taco. Your coochie."I looked at her."Oh, come on," she said. "Your snatch. Your cha-cha. Your poontang."She started to giggle. "God, there are so many names for it, sweetie.Your box. Your clam. Your cunt."I shook my head. "Please.