I had just been told that they had something to tell me. But they were waiting for me to sit down before the discussion went any farther.I turned to S...even and said, “Could you go check on Bree? Or see if Kyle has gotten here. I need to have a private family talk.”Steven gave my body a once over and nodded and said, “Sure.” Then he set my bag down.I wondered what he’d think if he knew that the bag he had been carrying had the bodysuit of one of his friends in it.I slowly sat down and told my. I enter, looking around, and I ask timidly "Is anyone there?"The place is dark, the shutters are down and is lit only by a dim candlelight. I look around and enter, receiving no response, hearing no sound beyond my footsteps. The door closes behind me, and when I turn quickly to look at it, a person slips behind me. I gasp, I take a step back while I observe the woman who has just appeared: tall, thin, with an extremely pale complexion and raven black hair, she seems to have defined shapes,. What's he got that I haven't got?! Why would Ma have this total personality change just because of him?! I've been reading some stories on the web about how perfectly normal women turn into insatiable submissive sluts, but that's just over the top fantasy! It never happens in real life! And even in the fantasies it's usually the son who turns his mother into a submissive slut. But noooo! She's gaga over some other guy I'll probably never even meet. What a body blow. My self-confidence was. "How do you do, Mr Hardacre, and hello, Becca. How nice to meet you both." Well," said Frank, "clearly no introductions are necessary. How about a drink? What about you, Becca?" Have you got any ginger beer, Mr Edwards?" Yes, I think so. Tom, would you do the honours? What about you, Mr Hardacre?" A glass of beer would go down a treat." Certainly. Gin and tonic, my dear?"She smiled at him. "Yes please, darling." She turned to Becca. "Come and sit down, my dear." She led her to the sofa. "Please.