Fear suddenly set in when I grasped the full implications of my situation and I was suddenly terrified of Mom's re-action when she discovered what her... perverted son was doing.About to pull my hand away I suddenly realised that Mom was already awake and I didn't think she knew that I was as well, so I just froze and determined to pretend I was still innocently sound asleep if Mom took offence. I felt Mom's am move until she was able to place her hand on top of mine and to my surprise she didn't. I imagined her motives andassumed that our marriage was falling apart. I wonderedif she ever loved me, if she was just playing a roleand waiting for me to die so she could get my lifeinsurance. Maybe she was secretly and slowly trying tokill me. Maybe the pot was laced with poison. Icouldn’t remember if I had seen either of the othersactually take in a hit. Were they doing some Clintonstyle smoking? Did I smoke that entire joint to myself.I imagined myself having a heart attack. I stared. "Kiss you," I replied.He answered with his arms around me and his lips on mine. It was hardly any time at all before we had our tongues in the other's mouth.And it wasn't much longer before his hand was on my breast and I wasn't about to stop him. In fact, I knew he wanted me so I said, "That feels nice, Dylan, here," and I slipped my top out of my shorts and put his hand up inside.It was only a few minutes of him squeezing my breast before I asked him to reach back and undo my bra.Now, this. " Oh, thank you, madam. You know, I can't imagine anyone else would ever have complained about your um, bikini." I guess I picked the wrong day, huh?" Well, yes. She only ever comes here on Tuesday mornings. She stays for an hour and then she's always gone by the time I leave at noon." So, it wouldn't bother you if I came back later?" Um, well," he began nervously. Before he could give me a definite answer I turned on my heels and said, "I'll see you another day, then."After I left the changing.