Now I love my Henry, but he is such a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, as much as he'd like to pretend otherwise; one or two cans of beer and he ...was ready to go to sleep. Instead of going home right away though, I found myself lying down next to him, playing with his phone while mine charged. It wasn't until I saw that he gotten a text message from Derrick, that my blood began to boil. Why was he texting this jackass, despite his advances on me?Derrick was the leader of the Fraternity. . well, bordering on marital neglect.Something had happened to me, caused me to sit back down. Fascination that my twenty-eight year-old son was getting an erection by the weight of his mothers own bottom! It was almost a grand provocative joke - one that I could could never share or even express to another living soul.My eyes turned and I looked upon my daughter-in-law and her toddler, my two year old grandchild. Guilt welled up within me, for her - as if it should be her bottom having this. "Sissy," I heard Jimmy call out. "Make me two eggs over easy, don't breakthem also Whole Wheat toast, fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee. I'llbe down shortly." Yes Mister Jimmy, I'll have it ready Sir," I replied in my littlesingsong voice."Good Girl," his muffled voice coarsely replied.Into the kitchen I went and struggled with getting everything ready inthe half hour I had. I must have destroyed six eggs to get two sunnyside-up with unbroken yolks. The rest was pretty easy and I had it. I called out, "Diane?" There wasno answer. I then stepped inside the doors and pulled them shut.As I did I heard a loud "click". I went back to them and tried toopen them again. They had locked on me. I was now locked insidethe store.I thought that I would try and find someone. So I began walkingtowards the back of the store. On my way there I passed the fursection. There, laid out, hanging on the front of the rack, quiteconspicuously, was this calf length silver fox fur with bell sleevesand an.