Without warning, my mother swiftly yanked off her tshirt and placed it on the bed. I was so mesmerized that I simply watched without removing my own c...othes. She sat in her white bra, and she looked at me like I had broken the rules."Well?" she said with an eyebrow raised."Oh, right."I took off my tshirt and tossed it to the side. Being shirtless in front of my mother wasn't a big deal to me. She had seen me without a shirt plenty of times, especially since we spent so much time on the beach. She is losing weight, looks like an old bag lady, and she just doesn't seem to want to take care of herself. Please Pop, go see her." You done?" I asked. He nodded his head. "John I appreciate your concern and understand you love for Jenny. However, there is no way I want to see, talk, or hear from her. What she did to me was the most horrible thing anyone has ever done. When I was young, I would have kicked the hell out of her and at least crippled that asshole with her instead of just. She clawed my back and struggled with me as we pounded our bodies together. It was a mad rolling all over the floor coupling. I ached by the time we were done enough that she and I each took a turn in the chamber.“Did you not tell me everything about Jon Tumble?”“I told you all I knew from the report.”“How did they miss that he was mentally unbalanced?” I asked.“Why did you assume he wasn’t will be the reply if I ask that question?”“Beth thinks...”Jasmine cut me off. “Yes, a conspiracy, it’s. I flopped the sandwich on a paper plate, even though I have a full set of restaurant dishes also from the same antique store. The owner supposedly bought them from a local restaurant. The restaurant dated back to the thirties. It had gone out of business several years previously. I seldom used anything other than paper plates never those crappy foam ones. I sometimes put them on a restaurant plate, if the food was sloppy, but the paper plate was almost always at least a liner. I did not like to.