"Yeah, it's not been the greatest." he exclaimed.I felt bad for him. "Well I know something that will cheer you up!" I said as I reached over and star...ed caressing his inner thighs through his school trousers."Mom you can't do that, someone might see!" his face was full of panic as his eyes darted around the busy car park."Nonsense, no one is looking." I said as I started to undo the zip on his trousers. "Besides, I'm just a Mother who is helping her Son after a long, hard day at school. I over. “Yes. I would say that describes it quite aptly.”He pulled her to him. “I hate a service that is just adequate,” he told her. “Show me this dining table. I’ll show you what excellence is.” Alan Alan sat back in his chair holding his half-filled glass of wine. The steak had been excellent, just as Bradley said it would be. He felt satisfied and the wine had given him an air of calm. He looked at his watch. It was almost eight forty-five now. Dawn had been alone with Bradley for well over an hour. I was in my early twenties and soon fell into a routine that saw me rise and leave, get to the station and stand at the same point and stand in the carriage at the same point, something we are all guilty off, repetition, which leads to boredom, perhaps that's why most of sleep during the commute.Well that all ended when one day, when I felt someone behind me stroking my bottom.It was something different from my usual start to the day, and it did have an attractive sort of naughtiness, a slight. I was a jailbird. What did I have to offer this woman? It was better to say nothing and not make a move. Sometimes I would catch her looking at me though, and acting as if she wanted to say something. But then the moment would pass.A year and four months into our living in the same house together, Annie knocked on my office door. "Abe, I just received a call from a friend of mine and I need a ride to the bus station. The bus leaves in a half hour so I need you to take me immediately.".