"Ummm, I don't know, Mom. Your legs look nice." Well, thanks, honey, that's really very nice of you to say." She slid forward on her chair and turned ...to face me even more, "But take a really close look and tell me the truth. Can't you see what's wrong?" Mom, your legs are fantastic," I said, at a loss as to where this was going."No, they're not as tight as this summer. You did such a good job on them this summer. But now they're getting flabby and my skin's losing its resilience. Feel them, see. But I had already made the decision to do this and I was not going to back out now. I placed my panties on top of the wooden box at the corner of the garage before I took a deep breath and stepped out into the open. So where do you want to do this? I asked as I stopped just a step away from the end of the alleyway. My brother seemed really excited now as he stepped over to the middle of the back of the garage to a big bare patch of dirt. Right here, he said as he pointed toward the spot where. “Nathan, I know how I acted last night. But we can’t do that again. It just won’t work.”“My mother knows about us.” he said simply.“What?!”“When I went home last night, I thought I was quiet and didn’t wake anyone, but she heard me ... looked at the clock, I guess. I fell asleep in my clothes. She said she smelled you on them.”“Ohhh Nathan,” she said, great sadness in her voice.“You don’t understand!” he said. “I guess I don’t either, really, but she already knew, even before that. She said she. I tried to deny it but then I started crying like a baby and I admitted to her what I had become behind those wall. I begged and pleaded with her for understanding, but she just stood up and looked down at me. I'll never forget the look on her pretty face, it was one of sheer disgust - like I was a maggot. "I always knew you were a faggot," she said. Then she turned and walked out of the visiting room. I got the divorce papers a few weeks later. One of her friends wrote to me that Sherlyn had.