There are things in this story that are horrifying libido-killers for me even in fantasy: as a writer, I follow the characters; I don't lead them. So ...on't fuck little girls or little boys; don't cheat on the people who care about you. Fantasy is not reality. If you read Tolkien and are tempted to pick up a sword and work your way through the Orcs in the mall, seek help; if you read this and are tempted to pick up some 12 year olds and work your way through their innocence, SEEK HELP. It's not. ...." Robert broke off her rambling, "Mom! Mom! It's ok, it's ok!!" "Alright then, but I have you father waiting in the car and we are going home right now!" He didn't see any way out. "Ok Mom, let me just take my time though, I still feel a bit queasy." Claire's mother helped him outside to a big expensive new car where a man he could only assume was 'Dad' sat waiting. As Robert got into the back seat the man turned around a kissed him making him almost jump out of his new skin. "How is. Lola pitched sideways, her eyes widening. Donald hoped she might fall on her drunken ass, but Lola managed to right herself. Unfortunately, in the process, she also spilled her drink in Stella's lap. "Oh, dear!" Lola cried, mock horror on her face. "Let me mop up my mess, before it stains your beautiful dress!" She pulled a wadded handkerchief from her purse and started dabbing at the spreading wet patch in Stella's lap. "That's quite all right," Stella said, scowling. "I can manage." "No,. This story starts with a regular doctor’s appointment my mother had to attend after the incident. She generally used to have a male domestic helper to take her around, Arun. More on this guy in part 2. He was not available, so I accompanied her this time.We had to visit a small clinic to get her fracture casts changed.Me: Maa, shall we leave now? Otherwise, we might get late.Mom was wearing a long skirt and a t-shirt with a jacket on top of it. I was used to seeing my mom like this for the.