"doing your homework hunni?" her mum asked as she walked in and sat next to Emma on the sofa. "well..trying to" Emma said as she looked across at her ...mum who was looking a bit flushed but still sexy in her short silk dressing gown and heels."whats up? anything I can help you with?" Julie says as she leans over to see her daughters homework.Emma pauses for a moment trying to find the courage to ask her mum about what she really needs help with. "actually yes mum" says Emma before she pauses. Don’t touch yourself, just look. I’ll pay our bill and we can meet at the front door. I need to push off.”I went to the men’s room, and sure enough, posters of naked women covered the walls. I glanced in the stall, and sure enough, there was a poster on the walls of the stall, too. What surprised me was the panties that hung on the back of the door on a hook. Damp and crusty, they had obviously been used for masturbation and left for others to use. They may have started as trophies from women. As I stared at them in horror, it got worse, as a thin film flicked across my eyes. Part of me calmly realised it was a nictitating membrane like you see on lizards. The rest of me was horrified.With a high pitched moan, I collapsed to the floor.Gwen came rushing in. "What is it! What's wrong?" she exclaimed.I regarded her with my inhuman eyes, realising I no longer blinked. "I'm turning into a monster," I wailed.My sister grabbed me, and held me. "No you're not. No matter what father and his. I didn't want it there. I didn't like it. I am not good with change. I'm a more old fashioned leave it alone till it breaks type guy.Cindy and I (I'm Ron) have been married going on twenty-four years. We have four kids, two grown and two teenagers. We don't have a lot, but what we have is ours. Don't really owe anybody. We have a small house but it's paid for. Our cars aren't the newest but there are no payments. We probably have a few credit card debts and that's about it. We're an average.