Then she invited me once again to spend the night in bed with her if I could arrange it, even if she had to come to me and rent a motel room. She sign...d it, desperate.I went down to breakfast and kissed Mom good morning, I made sure to touch her as often as I could, and then I gave her a nice hug and a kiss before I went to school. I thought all day long about what to do about Mom. Finally after school I sent her an email requesting some pictures with her and her son together and for her to be. Be it in cement shoes, bullet ridden or melted by acid in a drum somewhere, they were taken care of, not by the law, but by each other. The fifteenth, well, he’s gone. That’s a long story. Needless to say it’s why I find myself at this turning point, standing here at these figurative crossroads looking at my destiny. Well, moreso a trainstation back here in reality. Do I buy a return ticket and head back to Castor, become Shade again, provoke enemies into coming out of the shadows, for more to. He stood up and began to feel my body, starting with my stomach, then moving his hands up to my breasts and giving them a quick squeeze. He looked at my eyes and I looked at his, I leaned over and began to kiss him on the lips. He kissed me back. I can tell this was his first kiss, he was trying to shove his tongue into my mouth right off the bat. I stopped kissing him which I think upset him but I sat down on his couch and spread my legs.Marc came over and began to pull down my panties. It was around this time she started to drink. When she was sober she was the mother I grew up knowing, but when she was drinking she could be mean and hateful. Mom wasn't ever physical with me but, her tongue was like a two edged sword. That sword often cut deep and could be painful. So our relationship for two years became less loving and more resentful as I fought back.My granddad and grandmother on my dads side of the family owned a mid size working cattle ranch in Southeastern Arizona..