The knock on the door could only be Jennifer, so I didn't look first. So of course it wasn't Jennifer it was Mike."My God woman I heard they tried to ...ill you again. Damn you look great, what did you do have a nip and tuck while they were cutting the bullet out of you." Mike asked."Actually, while I was in rehab I decided to have it done. What the hell are you doing here?" I asked."I want to talk to you about next season," he suggested."We are through Mike, you know that was the arrangement.. She took a map out and was looking intently at it, but I think it was insufficient for what she was looking for.Mum was in a low-cut sweater, and she called this guy over to see if he could shed any light on where we were in relation to the map.The guy stuck his head in the window and was reaching down and touching the map, which was on mum's lap. I could see he was looking down her front and his finger, tracing on the map, was moving aound and touching her bare leg at times.Mum was concerned. Mary reached over and hugged me tight. "I'm so sorry, Mark," she whispered."I'm fine," I muttered. I had felt nothing when mom said dad was dead. Hearing the shouts, the bangs, fear was gripping my heart, now. My mom, my sweet, patient, saint of a mom was in trouble. She's never done a wrong thing in her life. Dad probably had it coming. He used to beat my mom all the time when I was a kid. Fuck, he'd beat me, too. God, I should have done something to my dad, earlier. Why didn't I?Fuck, I was. Helen soon returned with two glasses of ice water, one for herself. They talked some more at close proximity and her nipples were obviously poking out of the material of her shirt. He was mesmerized by her beauty, like always, even at 52 years old. Her hair was slightly tainted by streaks of white hair, but her skin looked so bright and smooth on her face. Her fingers traced along the smooth wet surface of the glass. Greg lost himself in her beauty. Helen knew the attention she was getting and.