Oh, he had the imagination, the fantasies, and the lust, but this was his mother, and reality was way, way different to fantasy! During the long worki...g day, his mind kept straying, remembering her face, the blood, and that look as they cleaned up her wounds and posed after the whipping of ‘so you see, I can take it, type of triumph’. He just couldn’t place it with the mother, the caring, loving, butter wouldn`t melt mother he had known since birth, pictures don’t lie tis true, but without. I never did figure out why they needed me, but it is nice to be needed anyway. After all, I'm retired now and don't do much more than write these stories.Anyway, I was heading back to the West Coast and the weatherman decided to throw everything at the country that week. The trip turned out to be nice, as my seatmate was an attractive gal, comfortably out of the giggle stage and not yet into the lumbago stage. I prefer my women full-grown, like them clean, neat, smart and funny. If they're. "Ah! David." He said politely. "I'm sorry to have to tell you that Richard Greaves had a fatal heart attack early this morning."With his first words I thought my time at the company had reached its conclusion. I was surprised though only by the timing. All that left my head immediately I realised what he was saying. Richard was like a second father to me and although I knew he wasn't well this was one hell of a shock.Mark interrupted my thoughts when he said. "Anyway, we all know that you were. It all started around three weeks before that night in the restaurant. I had just got out of a very destructive long term relationship and decided I needed to get back out into society, meet some new people, maybe even try dating again. My ex though, well he didn't agree. I'd tried to break up with him many times before but each time he knew how to say the right things for me to give him "just one more chance" because maybe he "could really change" this time. But this time things were.