”“The whole ‘boyfriend’ issue.”“Exactly. I promise to stay away from her. Period. No exceptions.”“Who’s going to tell her?”“You ...should. Explain it to her as her mom. I suspect you two have already had some long conversations about it as it is. Make me the bad guy if you have to.”“I’ll talk to her. That just leaves one question.”“You and me? I told you what you had to think about. When you’re SURE, then we can talk about it.”“And you’ll go along with my decision? One way or the other?”“I. She was a beard of sorts. My true passion was having sex with escorts. I’d been that way since I was eighteen. Since I really couldn’t take escorts to family or work functions, I needed a girlfriend. That’s where Betsy came in. She was pretty, and well educated. She was the kind of girl every mother would want her son to end up with. I know mine did. She wanted nothing more than the two of us to get married and start having babies. Betsy wanted that too. For me it was just an act. I had no. .. ... and I kissed her. Gently at first, and with little response; but then she kissed back, and soon we were in a passionate lip lock.We broke the kiss after a few moments. She blushed and turned away. I went back to my side of the table, and we worked for another half-hour.Finally I stood and stretched. "Well," I announced, "I have submitted that last batch job. It will run for at least an hour. If you will excuse me, I am going to get a shower. I feel grungy." I need one, myself," she said. As she was passing the young guys site two of them were just leaving their tents to go take showers. They stopped in their tracks when they saw her. She said hi and they moved closer and said hi back. She proceeded to tell them she forgot her towel and their friend was kind enough to let her dry off with his.Her cover up only reached a few inched past her crotch and she saw them looking at her legs. Then she understood why when one of them said "it looks like you thanked him plenty" and at the.