She had come out to the warehouse to deliver some paperwork. Marcia was tall, elegant, sexy, and about twenty years older than I was. In other words s...e was way out of my league so I barely paid attention to her. Well, I managed a few discreet glances at her, but I tried not to leer. The lady was eye candy for sure. She had medium length dark hair that was frosted with silver. Her hairstyle probably cost more than my paycheck. She wore a tasteful beige business suit, low heels, and carried. He got away with getting her blouse wide open all the way down to her waist before she even seemed to notice what he was doing, and at that point she pulled her mouth away from mine. She looked really sexy then, even though she was my mom, with her brassiere clad breasts exposed and her waist showing in her opened blouse. She grew really indignant then, and told him in no uncertain terms what she thought of his actions. But I noticed that she didn't do a thing about buttoning her blouse back. Brad drove and we got there around one. Afterwards, Brad wanted to go check on his grandmother.When we got to the nursing home, we were met in the front hall of the lock-down area by Ethel Smith who was worried about missing her train. A petite ninety year-old with lots of vigor, her only health issue was the advancing dementia that left her confused. Brad and I both hugged her and assured her that the train wouldn't be arriving for another couple of hours. She laughed cheerfully and walked. John was cooking during the morning and waiting on during the meal. Both of them helped with washing up and setting up the dining room for a cold evening meal should any wanderers arrive later in the day, then cleaning down the kitchen.“John, do you do that every Christmas Day?” Claire asked as he drove them home at nine thirty.“No, I help with the preparation on Christmas Eve. There are usually enough volunteers to form a shift system on the day, so I’m not needed. We’ve never had so many ill.