But what does that matter to you?" Because how they perceive me dictates how I'm treated." Correct. How do you want to be treated? Do you want to b...e treated as Kelly, or as Jason? You are the same person, but how do you want others to treat you?" I never thought of it like that." Well, our time is up. I suggest that you think about it."Jason tossed and turned in his bed later that evening. He kept thinking about his conversations with Dr. Daniels, and Julie."Who am I?" He thought to. It seemed a touch surreal, sitting in my mother's lounge, naked, drinking bubbly with my girlfriend and my mother, both also naked apart from stockings. I could see dry cum stains on boobs and thighs, and the room smelt of sex. Then, she lay back on the carpet, and stretched like a cat. I felt my cock stirring again. Then she gently poured half a glass of the champagne over herself, and invited us to lick it off. Quickly, I knelt on one side of my mother, and began to lick the wine off her. The final report should take the steam out of Congress.I stopped by Roberts’s office to look in my box and to talk to the duty man. Robert had given his group Friday off; I approved the extra day for them. Many had worked twelve hour days for the last few weeks on the Harrisburg mess.The duty man had made himself busy deciphering the hackings from Tiam. I was glad to see it was still active, even more to read the orders from the general.He was furious over Harrisburg, raging about the loss of. I had to hit a few flea markets and ‘antique’ stores on that trip. My kitchen lacks the cookware that I grew up with – cast iron pots, mainly. I’d looked at the new ones on the market. They don’t hold a candle to Mom’s, and Mom got hers from HER mother. I found similar ones at some of those markets, but that’s another ‘collectible’ market that has gone nuts.“Don’t even break a sweat, baby,” Jay told me. “The old stuff’s best and we can afford it.”We want our kitchen done up right. Both Jay’s.