" Guilt welled up, threatening to spill out of my eyes. A deep breath calmed me. Or got me as calm as I was going to get."I probably put too much blam...e on myself, but she was the only one to ever lie to my face and me not spot it. I learned later that she was quietly dating the kid Con replaced on the football team the year before and they had merely been waiting for the girl's fourteenth birthday that September 29th to come out of the closet to her friends and parents," my voice grated, angry. The house had been rented unfurnished and, for the most part, remained that way. He had picked up a desk with a chair and that was in the living room. On the desk were his laptop and a printer. Around the desk were stacks of papers. He slept on the floor in his sleeping bag and used his camping cook set for preparing meals. He lived like a monk, but enjoyed every minute of it.The house was located in a very small town in Arizona where the crime rate was low. The worst that happened in town was. Leaving only after swallowing every drop.Mother always swallowed - I never asked her why. Its not proper for a son to ask his mother such things - didn't you know? If she should miss or spill a drop, she would use her finger or tongue to clean it up - always swallowing. Perhaps she did it to hide the evidence?I haven't even a clue if she enjoyed it - the taste of come or even sucking my cock. I couldn't ask - not proper as I've said! After a while, it did not matter to me if she enjoyed it or. She calledme, but she was brief and seemed to be very busy."How is the house cleaning going?" was the first question she asked."Really well, I'm making great progress and I think you'll be pleased."I said."Are you in uniform, sissy?" Of course I am, just as you asked. Are you busy, and more importantly,are you happy?" Yes, very happy. Look, I have to go to dinner with the client; I justwanted to let you know I may have met a man. At least he seems veryinterested in me. He's very good.