I had money saved, but no place to live, no job, no roots. My children were married and had children of their own. I played only a minor role in their...lives. My brother had remarried and was now a happy family man who wanted to forget that we had shared a bed while he was in the depths of despair. My father was dead and my mother had become more than a little batty.I had foresworn drinking, my pleasure and my curse since that day 15 years before when I ordered a gin and tonic in a Kansas City. She went out job hunting and two days later she told me she had found a waitress job at a restaurant that specialized in charbroiled hamburgers and steaks. It was day shift until she learned her way around and then she would be moved to swing shift and she would be working weekends with Tuesday and Wednesday for days off. I wasn't happy about her hours, but we were still trying to save for a house so I had to accept it.The first month or so that she worked there I would stop in for coffee or. .aaah..oooh..oooh," and she fights to hold still, knowing I was going slow for a reason. Another shiver went through her, and she moans again, " ooooh..ooooh..aaaah..aaaah," turning her head to the side. " God...you feel so good," she whispered, biting her lip as she slowly rocked back onto me.Finally I had myself fully sheathed in her and I moaned softly. " That's my Catherine, taking all of me like that." I knew she was probably as stretched as she could be at the moment. When she rocked back. She picked out a bright pink nailpolish, and with practiced precision had my nails painted. "Now for yourtoes. We'll let that dry, while I'm doing your toes, then I'll put on asecond coat."When she was finally finished she said. "Now you're all ready for thepictures." Pictures?" I was scared."Yes Sweetie, pictures. You don't expect your momma to not have at leastone picture of her pretty Daughter to cherish in between times when sheisn't here." Are you sure Momma, I mean pictures are.