I'm going back for Mokuba; because what would stop my Father from using him the way he uses me if I did not acquiesce to his every demand?"Honda stare... at me for a long moment. I realized that the towel had slipped; I was shivering even though the room was warm. His expression was set. It was a look I'd never seen from him before – absolute resolve."That's it. I'm calling the cops." What?"He grabbed the phone receiver, but I got his hand before he could dial. "Hey, I don't know if you knew. My father had died a few years ago and mom was all alone and I asked her if I could move back in for a while, she eagerly agreed, I suspect she had been a bit lonely.When I arrived she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, I put my gear (along with my collection of lingerie) away in my old room and we sat in the living room to catch up and mom asked me what had happened between my wife and me, I told her some things, but not all.Things were going along all right for a few weeks, when one night. I offered her the same and went to the room to find the car’s key. When I came back, it had spilled upon her and her blouse was wet on the right side. I found that funny enough, while helping her away with that empty glass. I offered her to either change or dry press the blouse before we leave. She chose to dry press it. I took her to my bedroom room, offered the press and went to check out the TV. In a few moments, she called me back asking to help her unpin the blouse from back. While. Considering the ideal house that maybe one day, he could bring his love to. But reality would slip in, and Tim over the years thought it would never happen. Now, with just a whim of a chance when he first met Abbie, he put into action to create this new fresh atmosphere to share.The front bedroom which Abbie sees is in another of the colors she mentioned. From the freshness and the big king-size bed, Abbie has a feeling Tim has never slept in here before. The master bathroom off it with the.