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Subject: {ASSM} A Different Sort Of Lifestyle 07 (MF, rom)
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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 7: Revelations
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Sharon stood in front of the mirror staring at her reflection. The 
thong panties covered almost nothing. She stared at her crotch 
unable to believe that Cathy had talked her into a bikini wax, but it 
was absolutely necessary with those panties. Her nipples were hard 
and thrust forward without any restraint by the half bra. She turned 
and looked at her backside. Nervous, she said, "It looks like I'm 
wearing nothing."

There was a knock on the door and she almost jumped three feet in 
the air. While scrambling to find her robe, she asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Cathy."

Frantically putting on her robe, she said, "Come in."

Cathy entered the room and looked at her mother holding the robe 
closed with white fingers. Curious, she said, "Well, let me see how 
it looks."

"Uh, it doesn't cover much," Sharon said feeling strange about the 
entire situation.

"Oh come on. Let me see," Cathy said. She couldn't believe her 
mother was acting like a freshman in the gym for the first time.

Sharon snapped open her robe and quickly closed it again. She 
said, "It doesn't cover much."

Cathy's eyes flew wide open. She was shocked at what she had 
glimpsed. Expecting to see nothing more than a small bikini, she 
had no idea that the bra would leave that much exposed. Not 
knowing what else to say, she blurted out, "Dad is going to love 
that."

The blush on Sharon's face was a brilliant red. Despite her 
embarrassment, she asked, "You think so?"

"Oh, I know so."

"So I should wear it tonight?"

"You bet," Cathy said. Thinking about how a boyfriend would 
react to her wearing a bra like that, she said, "I'm going to have to 
get a bra just like that." 

"Not until I'm ready to be a grandmother," Sharon said. She would 
have waved a finger at her daughter except she was afraid the robe 
would come open. 

Laughing at the expected comment, Cathy asked, "So how are the 
ears?"

Sharon had her ears pierced after they had finished shopping for 
the lingerie. She answered, "They're okay."

"Are you going to wear the red dress?"

Biting her lower lip, Sharon said, "I think so."

"Dad should be home in thirty minutes. I'll let you get dressed 
now," Cathy said and then left the room. In the empty hallway, she 
said, "Watch out, Dad. You've got no idea what's coming your 
way."

When the door closed, Sharon dropped the robe and turned to look 
at the mirror.  She opened the top of her panties and looked down 
through the gap. A shiver went up her spine at the sight. Unable to 
get used to the idea of what she had done, she said, "It looks so ... 
bare."

She looked over at the package of thigh high stockings and the pair 
of heels. The stockings supposedly didn't require garters to hold 
them up. Her hand was actually shaking when she reached over to 
pick up the package. 

Running through the rain, Greg made it to the front door without 
getting too soaked. Once he was inside, he glanced in the formal 
living room and didn't see anyone one. He took stock of his 
clothes and decided that it would be best to change before anyone 
showed up in the formal living room. He went into the bedroom 
and changed into a new pair of slacks and a fresh shirt. He traded 
his wet shoes for a dry pair before putting on his sports coat.

Stepping into the living room, he expected to find Sharon and the 
kids. The kids were there, sitting at opposite ends of the couch. He 
noticed that they weren't in their normal couch slouch. He 
interpreted it as another little sign that things were changing 
around the house. He wondered where Sharon was. Clearing his 
throat, he said, "Hello Harry. Hello Cathy."

"Hello dad," Harry said. 

Cathy giggled and then said, "Hello dad."

"I see that you are both in a good mood today. Did anything 
interesting happen?"

Deciding that he would take a chance on participating in a 
conversation, Harry said, "Yes. I'll tell you all about it when mom 
is here."

Hardly able to keep from giggling, Cathy said, "Mom and I went 
shopping. I'm sure that she'll want to show you everything she 
bought later tonight."

"Would you care for drinks?" Greg asked not quite knowing what 
to make of his daughter's comment.

"Yes, please," Harry said. All fears that the drinks had been a one-
time offer flew out the window.

"Yes, please," Cathy said, "I think mom mentioned something 
about wanting a Martini tonight."

"Oh," Greg said. He could make two of them and join her. 
Looking at the table where she had set the liquor, he was surprised 
to find two Martini glasses, olives, and an ice bucket complete 
with ice. He went to work preparing the drinks.

He had just handed the two wine spritzers to the kids when Sharon 
entered the room carrying a tray of appetizers. For a moment, he 
stared at her taking in the red dress and the moderately high heels. 
He asked, "Is it my imagination or are you getting more beautiful 
every day?"

"The latter, I hope," Sharon said unable to believe that her nipples 
had just gotten harder. The expression on his face was worth the 
pain of the bikini wax.

Open mouthed, Greg stared at her for several seconds when he 
realized that his wife had her headlights on. Greg had a hard time 
keeping from staring at the tents created by her nipples.  He had to 
turn before he embarrassed himself by tenting his pants. 
Distracted, he wasn't sure what he had been doing. He said, "You 
look real good."

"Real good? She looks hot," Cathy said. Even Harry was staring at 
his mother unable to believe that it was the same woman who used 
to wear tee shirts and stretch pants. 

"Thank you," Sharon said. From across the room, she held out the 
tray and asked, "Appetizers anyone?"

Harry said, "Thank you, I'd love some."

Greg broke away and went to the bar to finish fixing the drinks. 
His mind was racing as he shook the ice cold shaker with the gin 
and vermouth. He filled one of the glasses and started on the 
second. He paused and looked over his shoulder to see what was 
going on. Sharon had taken a seat on the love seat. He finished the 
drink and carried them over to Sharon. He handed one to her. She 
accepted it with a simple thank you.

The moment to choose where he would sit had arrived. He could 
sit in the love seat with her, between the kids on the couch, or in 
the solo chair. In the past, he would have chosen the solo chair, but 
today he was going to sit in the love seat. He sat down and put a 
hand on her leg. He felt the top of her stocking and turned to look 
at her with shock.

Sharon smiled and said, "Cathy and I went shopping today. Do you 
like this dress?"

She leaned forward and the top of the dress fell away from her 
chest. He looked down the gap and could see her breasts. The bra 
showed more than it hid. Her nipples were definitely hard bullets. 
Swallowing, he said, "Uh, yes. I like it a lot."

"Thank you. Cathy picked this one out."

Still staring down the front of her dress, he said, "You did a good 
job, Cathy."

Staring at her parents, Cathy was shocked to see her father 
drooling down the front of her mother's dress. The middle aged 
couple in front of her was suddenly strangers to her. She looked 
over at her brother and said, "Look at them."

"Yeah, I know," Harry said looking from one to the other feeling 
very uncomfortable. He was tempted to tell them to get a room. He 
whispered, "It's kind of weird."

Greg managed to get his eyes under control and turned to Harry. 
He said, "Harry said that he had some interesting news."

It took Sharon a little longer to get control over her emotions. She 
hadn't been looked at in that way since they were dating and it felt 
great. She said, "Oh, what happened Harry?"

"I have a date," Harry said. He had followed his father's advice 
and it had worked out better than he had thought it would. She had 
still agreed even after he told her that his parents would have to 
drive them to wherever they would go. She hadn't laughed or 
anything. He was surprised when she told him the conditions that 
her parents put on first dates. He could tell that she was relieved 
when he didn't laugh at that.

Cathy pounced and said, "Details. We need details. Who is she? 
When is it? Where are you taking her?"

"It is Lisa McCullum. Our date is Saturday afternoon and I don't 
know where I'm taking her," Harry said. 

"Lisa McCullum? I don't know her," Cathy said. 

"She's a girl in a couple of my classes."

"That's great," Greg said with a smile. 

"Saturday afternoon? Why Saturday afternoon?" Sharon asked.

"Her parents don't want her going out on first dates when it is dark 
out. They want me to come to the house to pick her up so that they 
can meet me before the date. They want a complete schedule of 
what we are going to do on the date." He didn't add that he wasn't 
allowed to drive their daughter anywhere until they had gotten to 
know him better.

She wondered how he had known that when he had asked the girl 
out. A moment's thought told her the truth. Looking at Greg, she 
said, "You told him about your pickup line."

"Yes," Greg answered with a smile at Harry. It was nice to see that 
his son had applied his advice. Thinking about it, he realized that it 
meant his son had actually listened to him. That was more 
surprising to him than the fact that his son had a date. Leaning 
forward, he said, "It sounds to me like you have a date to plan, 
Harry."

For the next ten minutes, the discussion focused on the date and 
places that Harry could take Lisa. It was interesting what four 
people could come up with for a Saturday afternoon date. No real 
consensus had been reached when Sharon and Cathy went into the 
kitchen to set out the food. 

Nervous, Harry looked at his father for a minute and then said, "I 
need to ask you something."

"Sure. What do you want to ask?" Greg answered expecting Harry 
to ask him to drive them in the BMW.

"I've got my learner's permit and I need to practice driving," Harry 
said.

The actual reply was totally unexpected. Shocked, he looked at 
Harry and asked, "Really?  When did you get your permit?"

Shocked that his father didn't know, Harry said, "I got it about two 
months ago."

"Oh," Greg said. He couldn't believe his son had waited two 
months to ask him about going driving. Stunned, he asked, "Why 
didn't you ask earlier?"

"Uh, I tried, but you weren't listening," Harry said wondering if he 
was going to cause another argument.

He had? Greg thought frantically back over the past two months 
trying to recall anything about driving. He came up blank. He 
asked, "When was that?"

"Like when you asked me to mow the lawn. I shrugged okay and 
then started to ask you if you'd take me driving afterwards. You 
just yelled at me about trying to get out of working around the 
house."

"Jesus, I'm sorry," Greg said. He ran his fingers through his hair 
trying to remember the episode. He'd had no idea that he had done 
that. He felt guilty with a capital G.  Shaking his head, he said, "I 
had no idea. I'm really sorry."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and looked at his father. Finally, he 
asked, "So can we practice this weekend?"

"Why wait until the weekend? After dinner we'll take a spin 
around block and let you get used to the car. We'll do that every 
night after dinner," Greg said. Sitting back in his chair, he thought 
about it. There were always errands that needed to be run and there 
was no reason that Harry couldn't be the one who drove him. He 
said, "Even better. After dinner, you'll drive us to the mall. We'll 
get fitted for the suits and then you'll drive us home. How's that?"

"You want me to drive all the way to the mall?" Harry asked 
thinking about all the traffic between the house and the mall. He 
would have been happy with two spins around the block.

"Sure, we'll take the BMW. It's not as big as the SUV or the 
truck."

"I'm not sure that I'm ready for traffic." Visions of totaling the 
BMW flashed through his mind. 

Understanding his son's fears, Greg accepted that he'd probably 
end up with a dent or two in the BMW. He said, "Okay. We'll go 
around the block tonight and go to the mall tomorrow night."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Greg said. Unable to believe that his son had been trying to 
ask him this for two months, he said, "We've got a lot of driving 
ahead of us."

Cathy stepped into the room and said, "Dinner is ready."

"Thank you," Greg said and stood up. 

Thinking that things were going a lot better than he had expected, 
Harry followed his father into the formal dining room. His mother 
had set out the good china plates and the crystal glass. He stared at 
the table in surprise. The food had been set out in serving dishes. 
He didn't know what to make of it.

Greg took his seat at the head of the table once Ann and Cathy had 
taken their seats. Looking over the food, he said, "Everything 
looks wonderful."

"Thank you," Sharon said. Dinner hadn't been that much work. 
She had thrown the ingredients into the crock pot in the morning 
and let it cook all day. Ann's advice had been to let the things in 
the house work for her and not vice versa.

"Before we begin, I would like to apologize to Harry," Greg said. 
Three pairs of eyes turned to stare at him. 

Stunned, Sharon asked, "What for?"

"I fear that my behavior over the past year or so has been 
inexcusable. For the past two months, Harry has been trying to ask 
me to allow him to practice driving. In what has to be the biggest 
blunder of my life... no, make that a series of big blunders... I 
never allowed him to finish making his request. I have to admire 
his restraint. I doubt that I would have tolerated such actions for a 
week, much less two months. My behavior was inexcusable and 
for that I apologize."

Harry and Cathy stared at their father with open mouths. Harry had 
thought his father had apologized earlier. That had been nothing 
compared to this. He recovered and said, "Apology accepted."

"Thank you, Harry."

Sharon had listened with growing horror to the apology. She 
hadn't known about the learner's permit either. She turned to 
Harry and said, "I had no idea. How did you get your learner's 
permit?"

"You signed me up for driver's education classes at school," Harry 
said. He looked around the table amazed that no one had known.

"I'm sorry. I guess I forgot," Sharon said. She wondered how 
many other things she had forgotten that was so important to the 
kids. 

"I'm taking Harry out for a drive after dinner. I think that he 
should be able to drive us whenever we need to run an errand in 
the evening or weekend. I figure that with all errands we usually 
have, he'll get plenty of practice driving in traffic. I suggest that 
we use the BMW until we get him his own car."

Cathy stared at her father and asked, "You're going to let him learn 
how to drive in your Beamer?"

"Yes," Greg answered. Looking around the table, he added, "Let's 
eat."

Sharon rapped her spoon on the China plate. Her action got 
everyone's attention. Clearing her throat, she hit the China plate 
again. She said, "For years I have threatened death to anyone who 
mistreated the China. Mrs. Green pointed out that these are plates 
and are to be used as plates. After a little thought, I have come to 
agree with her. Now, I'll be very upset if you use it as a Frisbee, 
but don't worry about any chips or such. They are plates, after all."

She shuddered at the thought and, steeling her will, added, "I'll 
even be washing them in the dishwasher."

"You are kidding?" Cathy asked. She knew how her mother was 
about the China. 

"No. Now if you'll take the food from the bowl in front of you and 
pass it to your left," she said. 

The dinner passed quietly. Each person was lost in their own 
thoughts. Harry was happy about finally getting to drive. Cathy 
was still going over the apology and kept glancing at her father in 
amazement. Greg was trying to figure out how to get a car for 
Harry and kept glancing at Sharon on how to bring up the subject. 
Sharon was attempting to come to grips with the news about Harry. 
She stared at her plate not wanting to look at anyone.

Although given permission to use the China plates, the kids were 
still careful in how they used it. They didn't quite trust what was 
going on and wondered if it was going to last. The apology by their 
father had been incredible. The announcement by their mother was 
unbelievable. It wasn't the same level of tension that normally 
accompanied dinner, but it was close.

After desert had been finished, Greg asked, "Are you ready, 
Harry?"

"Sure," Harry said feeling excited.

"Let's go for a drive," Greg said as he stood up from the table. 
Looking at Sharon and Cathy, he said, "If you'll excuse us."

"You're excused," Sharon said. She watched them leave the room. 
Once they were gone, she started to clear the table. 

Cathy watched her mother work wondering about the tight lipped 
expression on her face. Her mother carried some plates into the 
kitchen. She stood up intending to help her mother when she heard 
the crash of a China plate from the kitchen. Wondering what was 
going on, she ran into the kitchen. 

Standing in the center of the kitchen, Sharon stood over the broken 
remains of the China plate she had thrown to the floor with tears in 
her eyes. She stared down at the plate shaking her head.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Sharon looked at her daughter and then covered her face with her 
hands. Sobbing, she asked, "What kind of parents don't know that 
their son has had a learner's permit for two months?"

An honest answer to that question would not be good. Cathy 
wasn't going to touch that question with a ten foot long pole. 
Instead, she stood there staring at her mother unable to believe 
what she was seeing. She'd seen her mother angry, happy, and a 
thousand other emotions. She'd never seen such anguish on her 
mother's face.

Sniffling, Sharon said, "Don't bother answering that question. I 
know the answer. Horrible parents. We've been horrible parents."

Sharon ran from the kitchen with Cathy staring at her back. For 
one full minute, Cathy stared at the doorway. Not knowing what 
else to do, she bent down and started picking up the pieces of the 
plate. Once that was done, she wiped down the floor and then 
cleared the table. She stared at the plates piled by the sink and 
didn't know what to do with them. Rather than risk doing 
something wrong, she decided to leave them there. 

Alone in the kitchen, she looked at the door and, speaking to the 
empty doorway, said, "I thought Dad's apology was pretty good."
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