When Gina left Mom told me that we needed to talk. “OK Mom, I am just going upstairs to have a shower and then I will be with you.” I stripped as ...I walked up the stairs and proceeded to the bathroom in the nude. Mom and I had agreed that it was alright to do this if we were alone in the house. I went back downstairs to where Mom was waiting for me. “Well Mom, what have I done now.” “Nothing darling, this concerns both of us,” she replied. She went on to tell me that Steve (Gina’s husband). .. "Your dressing as a girlhas driven him almost over the edge, and while he would really like tomake you quit, his methods are...extreme. He told me that taking a beltto you would cure you, but he won't do that because he knows that you'llfight back, and your probably big enough to hurt him now. That's why hetakes it out on me. He can get away with it."Mom and I looked at each other, sharing a grief we shared. My father hadmatured to become more than a nasty bully, now he was just plain. . at the moment, you've maybe had a bit too much to drink, and perhaps you need to sober up just a little more, think about it before committing yourself in doing that. Like I said, as much as I'd love to feel your mouth and tongue on me, I'd rather you did it with an unclouded conscience," Stacy told her warmly. She stood up then walking behind my wife, leaning over from behind her and then kissing her, one hand coming down to tenderly, and all too briefly caress her hard nippled breast for a. "Give Jack a Manhattan, Marge" George leaned against the wall at the end of the bar. Marge's Piano Bar is our favorite after work watering hole. We have spent many lovely hours flirting with Marge over the years."No, no, Marge, just give me a Michelob! How are you, gorgeous?"Marge leaned deep into the cooler to retrieve a long neck for me and I stole a long look into her inviting cleavage. George gave me a friendly, knowing grin, acknowledging my reason for asking for the beer."He's looking.