Unable to suppress her curiosity, she peeped out of the front window as the visitor walked toward her car. Tall blonde in a very short PVC skirt and h...gh heels! Pretty obviously a hooker! And she soon realised this was a regular event, different women each time, confirming that Shaun was using prostitutes to substitute for a wife or girlfriend.She didn't begrudge Shaun having casual sex of this kind, but it worried her that, if she could him screwing, then almost certainly he could hear her. The weird shifts I worked as a waitress made it awkward to find the time to go shopping, but when we did on occasion I started taking her by the arm, not that meant anything to strangers, as far as they were concerned we could have been just mother and daughter out together. I had Wednesday afternoon and all day Sunday off, but other than that my days were chopped up by the staggered hours of work, although the latest I worked was 6 PM and 8 PM every other day. Saturday and Sunday nights were. In the same way like my dad's grandpa, his mom's father, built up this boardinghouse, my mom's grandma ran a business too, that sounded much like that, where mom should get her professional education. My mom's ancestors ran a guesthouse with rooms to rent for truckdrivers, bargemen, revuedancers and streethookers, to be hired per month, week, day or that way my mom's mom used it, before she married mom's dad, per hour. A secret my dad's family knew too, and a secret that was a perfect reason to. She turned towards the graves and drew in her breath, letting it go as a proper emotional sigh.Richie muttered "drama queen" under his breath. Sandra slapped his arm and raised a silent, admonishing finger. As soon as Sandra turned towards her sister, Richie stuck his tongue out at her."Come along, Marilyn, before you get too worked up," Sandra said in a bored voice as she took her sister's arm.Yeah, don't want you crying and running all that makeup off your ugly face, Richie thought.Richie.