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Originally Posted by Sterlingz
I too used to try and trade "sightings" of my mother with my newfound "friends" but it never seemed to work out well. My "friends" always got the better of the deal, probably because my mother apparently thought her home was her castle and she could dress any way she damn well pleased, even if my "friends" were hanging around. She'd think nothing of doing housework wearing nothing but one of my father's shirts. Once he caught one of my "friends" oogling my mother as she bent over a bit too far. He yelled at her to "put some clothes on," but she just said "what healthy young man is interested in some forty year olds fat butt." Little did she know.
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I think she knew exactly what she was doing. It gave her a thrill, and she made sure you had plenty of friends.