He didn't meet her expectations, as far as being a publisher. He was mostly bald, for one thing, with wild tufts of hair sprouting from the sides of h...s head above large ears. He was short and fat, too. The desk was piled high with books, stacks of paper, empty coffee cups and various office supplies. The chair he waved her to was the only thing in the office that wasn't covered with reading material."So his real name is Kris?" he asked."Kris Farmingham," said Lola, nervously. "You don't even. He watched as she grabbed a box of Muesli Bars and a packet of chocolate-coated biscuits.She explained that she often required the sugar boost after she used magic and it wouldn’t hurt to fuel up first to have the amount of energy she would probably require. Marty collected the keys and the coffees off the bench.Mary dug a couple of poncho-type raincoats from a hall cupboard for them. She grabbed some spare towels, as they were sure to get wet. She checked on the puppy, fed him and told him to. When she didn’t turn over immediately, he said “I love you.” That was true, but the expression seemed inadequate. He began to scratch the rest of her back lightly; he’d already got one corner. The problem was he’d said “I love you” much earlier, kissing her goodbye on the porch, for example. And, while that had been sort of true -- certainly not false -- he had felt so much less for her than he did now. He loved her so much, and she was so beautiful -- her face, her breasts, her mound, however. “Hahahaha, I just cannot wait to see the look on his face, when he hears his 41-year-old mother ask him to fuck her like his slut. The poor kid must be on the verge of a breakdown when he realizes I have found out about his porn stash. But I bet he is going to love this naughty surprise”, I laughed.As much as I revelled on the thought of having my son home, I also realized time would just not move. A minute felt like an hour and an hour felt like a day, and I was left at home with nothing else.