Except this time of year. Valentine’s Day hasn’t been very good to you, has it?’ ‘Valentine’s Day is an illusion,’ Tori said. ‘Romance i... an illusion. I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation.’ ‘Neither can I. I never thought I’d work up the guts to tell you how I feel. I might not have talked to you before the other night, but that was because I didn’t think you’d talk to me. I thought a woman as beautiful as you must have a husband, or at least a boyfriend. But you’re here every. Cassie got in the water rather quickly, but Mom walked over to one of our adjustable pool chairs, and sat down.I had never seen my mother in a bikini before. It was barely covering her, both above and below.“Richard! Stop staring at me like that? Haven’t you ever seen me in a bikini before?” she remarked.“Not that I remember ... now I see where Pam and Cassie get their remarkable good looks,” I said.“For a first string basketball player, you seem in pretty good shape yourself, Honey,” she said. However, in general her body was still the same. Slightly too narrow in the shoulders, a bit too wide and too flat in the hips. No actress material, yet an attractive mature woman all the same.She stood very upright and looked straight at me. I dared not look away, was afraid of shaming her and held her eyes when she lifted her arms high over her head and started by smoothing out her hair. Then it became a ritual, excruciatingly erotic but with no explicit sexual overtones. She did exactly what. In short, her make-up was classy, and definitely not at all flashy, supplementing her beautiful facial features just enough.She was wearing a saree, like any lady of class would with a blouse with short sleeves that came down just couple of inches below the shoulders, slightly wide neck and just deep enough to reveal not more than 2 inches of her hemline. It was her skyblue-pink-offwhite coloured saree, with its slightly semitransparent texture and a broad printed floral border at the breast.