I turned him around to face the mirror hanging on the door to my room. I placed my hands on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.“Hear the ...words of your goddess,” I intoned, “What was filthy I made clean, what is sinful I make sacred. There will be no shame or guilt in what we do. Now it is time to confess, son, why do you worship your mommy?”“Because you are beautiful, because you are strong, because without you I am nothing,” he whispered.“Then worship me baby, worship Mommy’s. He didn’t have to wait in the long line of people trying to get in. The club was crowded, and there were lots of interesting people.Henry looked around the room to see if he knew anybody. He stood by the bar to get a drink. There were lots of women in groups all hanging out looking for guys. Henry was confident that somebody would want to hang out and dance with him shortly.Henry was tall but not like geeky tall. He had a nice physique with all the exercise he did. Henry had dimples and. They chatted, quickly discovering in each other a kindred spirit. A casual observer might have taken them for a pair of typical (albeit stunning) soccer moms, discussing who would drive whose kids where, not even noticing the hunched figure beneath the table, who spent his time between the thighs of one woman or the other, depending upon who wanted his agile tongue."... so he's completely addicted, then?" Carmen asked."Not just *addicted*, darling," Karen corrected. "He's absolutely dependant. We’ve been living as man and wife ever since, forty-years now.”I stand there flabbergasted for a moment longer before I could speak, “But… how did you figure us out?”“Daddy says you have John’s eyes, mouth, and ears. So he researched you after you left. He found a picture in your college paper from when you graduated, captioned’ Daughter follows in her father’s footsteps to become an engineer.’”“I… I don’t know what to say. We were doing this to so people wouldn’t know; I’ll have to talk to my.