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Crazy Things
Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: plo90
... lined up nude and ordered to clasp our hands behind our heads with our fingers interlaced. Then we were told to stand with our legs shoulder length apart and squat. One woman emitted a sharp cry as she squatted. The guard roughly jammed her fingers up the woman's anus and pulled out a plastic tube filled with contraband. She was arrested on the spot. I began to tremble with fear. The guard noticed and barked, "What's your problem Blondie?" "Just cold, ma'am." I said rubbing my arms vigorously. "Then get dressed. Get dressed all of you." After dressing we were led to a row of what looked like construction trailers. Each trailer was a duplex with each side having a bedroom, a sink, a shower and a toilet behind a privacy curtain. I stood with my back to the door looking at my distorted reflection refracted from the unbreakable institutional mirror. My stomach churned with nervous expectation. The door opened and Greg was pushed inside by a guard who said, "You got 45 minutes, enjoy." Greg said, "Melissa, I'm so glad to see you." I spun around on my heel and said, "Greg." "MOM?" cried Greg in shock. "What the hell? Where's Melissa? Why are you dressed like her?" I embraced Greg tightly after a moment he reluctantly returned my hug. I broke our embrace and stood looking at him with his hands in mine. I said, "Let me explain. I had lunch with Melissa two days ago. She's left L.A. She's on some kind of ...
... striptease tour for Stanley Stern. She's divorcing you." Greg was in shock as much from my appearance as from the news. He blinked his eyes trying to comprehend, "Melissa's not coming?" "I was going to tell you yesterday but I couldn't...not after what you said about your conjugal visit keeping you sane. I knew you would be devastated when Melissa didn't show up. So I thought I might be able to ease your pain if I could see you again. Since Melissa was already scheduled to visit the only way I could get back inside was to pretend to be her. I hope you don't hate me." I hung my head afraid to look at my son. He lifted my chin in his hand and said, "Mom, I don't hate you. I love you. I can't believe you would sneak back in here to see me. Do you know what kind of risk you took?" I nodded my head, "I love you Greg. Like you said a person will do some crazy things for love. You're my son and I love you. I would do anything for you." He hugged me tight and began to sob on my shoulder. His fantasy of Melissa had given way to the reality of Melissa. His body was wracked with convulsions as his frustration, disappointment and heart break boiled over. As he cried I stroked the back of his head trying to comfort my son. Each time his body trembled I would squeeze him tight. Slowly he stopped weeping. I cooed in his ear, "There, there, Baby. Mama's here. Mama's here for you." He squeezed me tight and said, "I love you Mom. I love the way you are ...