The more I thought about it I realized that even if I wanted to stay asa woman, becoming Jason's wife meant I would have to bear his childrenand be a ...mother to them. Did I really want to get married? I didn't haveany maternal feelings towards babies. In fact, they scared the livingdaylights out of me and I really wanted nothing to do with them. Idecided that all of the crying, sleepless nights and nappy changingwere definitely not for me. And, horror of horrors, I would have tobreast feed and. " It looks finished," Becky countered."Not that kind of finished," said Ken brightly, "I need to put finishing on it. That means I need to treat the wood to make it smooth and protect it from the rain. But first I need to let the wood breath for a few days."The following weekend didn't look to be fun, at all. He was covered in dust from the sanding and the mask, for the fumes when he treated the wood, was really hot and uncomfortable. On Sunday night, a week before Memorial Day, I had a new. "Emmy, look, I can explain...," I start to talk but Emmy puts her finger to my lips and says "Hey, I'm not going to judge you Humphry. I just want a closer look!," Emmy smiles as she leans behind me and pulls my Jeans open to expose the top back of my Lace underwear. "Humph, you kinky little devil," Emmy now relishing the instant power she has over me. I can feel it. I can't stop her from looking, I know her. Nothing is stopping her from shouting it out to the whole Pub. "I actually find it. ." I twinkled, "like Tom's!" Again shock washed overher face, but right when Louise was about to scold me, Barbara-Annsnickered. "Nah, not like Tom's! I am no cow!"With that it was settled. Louise would see that Babs got a smaller sizefor the everyday business, so to say, and be able to inflate them backto their original size. I would be more than happy to show her my littletricks, too.But we had to focus back on Tom. While I pulled the rack back underneathhim and brought it up to support his.