“How come you’re on you own then?” Asked Emma, trying to take her mind off things. “Oh just grabbing some me time,” Said Amy. “Don’t bla...e you. Do you like long journeys?” Asked Emma. “I love trains. I always have.” “Ooh me too!” Agreed Emma. “Nice to have a companion too.” “Yes…except.” “Except what?” Asked Emma, uncertainly. Amy blushed. Then she went to her bag and pulled out a long pink nob-shaped vibrator. “I Was going to have a little play.” Emma burst out laughing and then both girls. Her dad was a huge man, spanning 6ft 4. He had a chest as hard as iron from the years of labour work. He was pale, had beach blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her deceased mother was black, slender, small and delicately beautiful. Complete opposites that worked brilliantly. Crystal had inherited both sides of her parents’ best genes. She was Caucasian, but always had a nice tan effect in her skin. She too was slender, with her mother’s long slim legs. But she had her father’s. “I know,” she said looking over at him. She asked, “What did you do between the time the ice cream parlor closed and getting home?”“We just talked,” Sean said.“Talked?”Sean nodded his head and said, “Yes, we just talked.”“We didn’t go to all of that trouble yesterday so that you could just talk,” his mother said with a smile.“We had two years of conversation to catch up on,” Sean said with a grin.“Two years of conversation?”Sean said, “Yes. Our meddling mothers kept us from having any. She was easy to talk to, easy to like. A new confidence in the decision to hire her surged through me.Sam's voice snapped me back to here and now. "Mom, what's for dinner. I'm starving." My life as mom was back in full swing.*****TASHAMy goodbye still hung in the air as I made my way back down to the patio. The cup of coffee cold on the table. Picking it up, I walked it and myself inside. I turned some music on and washed the mug and the French press as I went over the events of the day in my.