‘Honey, you look great,’ Sam said, ‘Are you doing aerobics again?’ ‘Just good, healthy living,’ Sandra said with a smile, ‘ but I’m th...inking about it.’ It was great to have her family, (at one time, her whole life) at home, talking and laughing. Later that night the kids went out, Sam And Sandra went upstairs to bed, she cuddled up to him. ‘Ya know what we haven’t done in a long time?’ Sandra said smiling and rubbing herself against him. ‘Honey, it’s late and I’m really tired,’ Sam snapped. That meant movies that dealt with sex, d**gs, or even too much cusses were always deemd as 'the devils song-movie-etc' to my very holier then thou mom. We grew up in a small town so it made sense how she wanted us to be raised as proper 'pure' girls since any sort of gossip gets spread like a wild fire. The less shenanigans her daughters got into the better. The reason for all this info is that my boyfriend wanted to go to a concert, but being just like my mom he wanted something not too crazy. Tracy came over to me, grabbed her purse and my hand, and said to the guys, “Pardon us for a second. Where is the bathroom so we can talk in private?” John sighed with the' here we go again' look, and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. Tracy led me inside and shut the door. Tracy started it off. “Hun, what is wrong?” “I am such a wreck of emotions right now. I want to do this, but I don’t. I want to make love to you and not have John ever touch you, yet I really want Mark to wrap his. Because, you know, some people might find it rude... especially if they were smelly. But, I don't think mine are smelly, do you Jack?"My body tensed as I confronted the absurd question. What did she think I would do, bend forward and smell them? I glanced over at Diane, who stared at me with a blank, slightly quizzical expression."Well," I chuckled. "I certainly don't smell them from here." That's good. Although, and excuse me if this sounds crude, there are some people who are turned on by.