Marge looked back over her shoulder at him and smiled. He realized that she had never stopped thinking of him as her baby! Momma had stood quietly in the background, watching over him until his wife had sent him packing back to her. Once he had re-entered his mother’s house as a little boy, he had been doomed. Her maternal instincts had taken over and she had gathered him to her bosom, never to be set free again. At first he had thought he need only bide his time until she understood he still had an adult mind, but now he realized now she baby and pamper him until his mind regressed to his body’s age. How long could he maintain his adult perspective if he was going to be treated like an infant for ten years; a year…two years? If his mind lasted as long as five years, he’d be surprised. Suddenly he realized that his emotional regression was not only inevitable, but that she expected him to become her baby in both body and spirit. She never wanted him to grow up! THAT was why she had kept his baby things all those years. Somehow during his childhood, she had subconsciously programmed him to find his way back to babyhood and into her loving arms.
Little Doubting Thomas Scene 158
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