When I was twenty three years old my life was a mess. The only interest I had in life was my work, saving money, the control of my investments, and lo...g hours studying the papers in stock trading to invest trying to make more money for an early retire, as working for long periods of time under water had begun to affect my health, I had few mundane diversions and no permanent female company. I loved and respected my father very much, but I loved my mother with carnal desires and sex repressed. Well ... yes, alright,” I gave in. Perhaps it was a bit late to try and save them from it, if that was even a sensible idea at this stage in proceedings. “It’s in the utility, after a good wash.”“We thought you might like it smelling a bit sexy,” she grinned.“Did you sniff it again?” asked Lily.“No I did not.”“Oh okay,” Jaz grinned her disbelief, “anyway it’s nice it’s fixed, thanks, and you’ve handled it too that’s nice to know.”“So what have you got planned for tomorrow?” I changed the. I stopped mid sentence and realized that it all made sense. “Come on in Brad, glad you could come,” I said eagerly but my inner conscientiousness was questioning my actions. I just couldn’t do anything about it. “I’d love a beer,” said Brad and off I went as if all that mattered to me was that Brad got a beer. Upon returning Brad commented on the house and asked if my wife was around. “Amy’s in the den,” I said and quickly led the way. We found Amy intently watching some reality show. She. You won't be warm in there anyway. We can both sleep in here, closer to the fire." I said."And where do suggest we both sleep?" She asked."On my pull-out. It's big enough for both of us." I said."You're sure you don't mind your Mum sleeping with you?" She asked, laughing."Your my Mum. Why would I mind." I said."Well, let me go get my nighty and another blanket." She said, getting up and going to her bedroom.I flipped through the channels, while she was gone. There was an old movie on. I left it.