Toni and Sara had changed from work into comfortable clothes for a casual dinner. Toni elected a white buttoned blouse and full skirt that ended tanta...izingly at mid-thigh. Sara went a more conservative route: a sleeveless dress with a full skirt ending just above the knees. They were in the living room waiting when they heard the front door open. Toni jumped up to meet Ty. Sara was just rising from her chair and dropping the magazine she had been absently paging through when she heard voices …. What was this place? What's going on? Is her family rich? Rockefellers or something? Is this that other man's apartment? Is he the rich one? When she walked through the door, was she going to smell like him? Would his cologne be on her skin? Would she taste like him? Would her lips be swollen from his kisses, and her eyes tired from their last night together? Would he be with her? Should he punch the guy in the gut first or in the nose? Obvious choice would be the nose, maybe it would break and. ” Than Jeremy said; “ Clark we got to go, can’t be late again, they will fire us. Dawn, call us, hey lets meet at my apartment next week one day and bring Marca, later!” They didn’t let her answer, got down the hall in a flash and I heard the backdoor close. I looked at mother and smiled. “What about you Marca? Did you enjoy yourself", Mother asked. My heart skipped a beat. Did mother know I was watching her being fucked? “Mother we need to talk about. She backed the car out, got out and walked toward the rural mailbox to post a letter making that new dress swirl…with heels no less. “Turn on the cooler when you get done, OK.” “Sure.” The only thing to keep her from looking like Saturday night goin’ out was the kerchief around her soon to be styled hair! I finished the chores and went in to cool off and process the morning’s amazing events. Entering her bathroom, I cleaned up and thought I’ll just dry off with her still damp towel thinking.