Cute, yes, that was her. But very cute. And her figure, he blushed just thinking about it. Her body looked great for her age. He had had plenty of opp...rtunity to watch her during the summer as she lounged around the pool in her swim suit. But that was before she became pregnant with Marie. He hadn't actually seen her figure displayed in a swimsuit since Marie had been born, so he really didn't know what she looked like now.Then, scolding himself for thinking about his mother in such a way, he. "I'll draw a bath, a bubble bath, lots of foamy scented stuff and you can soak while the champagne chills, yeah"She nodded against my chest,"And then we'll sit and watch two hundred channels of bloody rubbish, yeah?"Another nod, silence and then a giggle that sent a shiver down my spine, I felt her fingers gripping my hips, digging in and actually hurting me,"Three days Terry" she said as she lifted her head, "Three days and my life's changed forever" So has mine mum, remember?" Oh God yes. But self-preservation prevented him. It could wait until she returned to finalise their divorce in a few months time. He had no desire to open Pandora’s Box too soon. Not that his life was any of her business anymore. Once he’d kicked her out, she had decided to travel and take some time to decide what she wanted from her life. In her own inimitable way, she had calmly stated that she no longer needed him and now she wanted her freedom. He sometimes wondered why he had ever thought it was. What must he think of me? What was I thinking? When I turned again, he was gone. I strutted swiftly across the deck, avoiding the laughing, revelling travellers, and went below, straight to my cabin.It was tiny. There was no porthole, no romantic view of the sea. Just a bed, a wardrobe, a desk and chair, and a tiny en-suite. I sat on the bed, ran my fingers through my wind-swept hair and stared into the mirror. The dress looked suddenly too old for me; the shoes too high; my make-up too heavy..