back. "Be careful, Mom! That really hurts!" "I'm sorry, darling," Sylvia sighed. She sat straddling his hips, kneading her thumbs into the aching muscles paralleling his spine. "I'm doing my best. I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to this kind of pain if you keep playing football." Tony said nothing. He lay naked on his stomach, a towel modestly covering his bare ass, a tall, lean, handsome teen who wanted nothing more than to be the star wide receiver on his varsity football team. In practice that day, he'd hurt his back after leaping for an overthrown pass. Sylvia had worked as a nurse during the early years of her marriage, and she knew that the injury was nothing more than a back spasm that would disappear within a few days. "It