He was a decade younger than my Mother at twenty eight years of age and ten years older than me. It was through the gym that my mother had met him. Sh... had decided to get herself toned up and Marcus was the gym owner.He was exactly what I looked for in a guy, all muscles and shaved head with more than a passing resemblance to Van Diesel. I was quite surprised actually when my mother brought him home because not to sound too mean, she was definitely punching above her weight in the boyfriend. . Weeks of being unable to communicate fully ... Weeks of being unable to sleep in the same bed without having the kids interrupt us ... Weeks of not smelling you and kissing you intimately, like we used to.I imagine it’s night, and as soon as we’re through the door of our place, I head straight to the tub and fix a steaming hot bath, complete with salts that turn the water milky and fill the room with the scent of tangerines. When it’s ready, I call you in, and we share the tub quietly,. Geography time...My father taught me that if you know the territory, you often learn something about the individual who lives there. For me that could be a suspect or a client. Rebecca and Phillip fit Mission Hills and Mission Hills fits them.My personal Kansas City consists of seven distinct neighborhoods which make up only a tiny fraction of the greater metro area, population a little over 2,000,000.The furthest south of downtown is Waldo. A few blocks of restaurants, bars, and shops. Up until Brad started dating Jennifer our life was pretty normal. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I'd realized that he had erections when he'd seen me in various states of undress over the past few years.But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly would never do anything about it.I was a firm believer that everyone had perverted thoughts from time to time. I often wondered what middle-aged.