’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘It’s a culinary school that offers training in a lot of the big cities.’ ‘That’s pretty cool. You wanna be the nex... Emeril or what?’ She laughed at the thought of her being on television shouting out some dumb catch phrase every twenty seconds. ‘No, I’d like to own my own restaurant sometime. Don’t you think that would be kinda cool? It’s my dream.’ ‘Yeah I do like that it’s pretty cool.’ Their food came and they talked and ate for about an hour and then sat there and talked. After dropping the k**s off, she headed over to the church alone. Only one car was parked in the parking lot- the minister’s minivan. She went in and headed to the office. “Hey, how are you doing?” He said. “Good. Dave is out and hopefully working hard.” “You know Cindi. I was going to ask… but…what is it like to live with a recovering sex addict?” She blushed. “Well, it is interesting. He has come a long way and we understand each other better, you know?” “Yea, I have seen it many. " He was our new family physician. I tried to argue, but that ended as expected. I had to go back and take a shower, wash my hair, even brush my teeth twice. And put on all clean clothes and underwear. Again. Moms are weird like that.The appointment was at ten, and we were there early. When mom explained to the nurse why we were there, she gave me a strange look. I soon found myself in an exam room, with Mom. When the doctor asked if I wanted my Mom present during the examination, I. 1500 for one hour, extra if you want to put it in the ass, 6000 for the whole night, and because I like you I’ll let you put it anywhere.” she rattled off her rates like a waiter in a cheap hotel, and winked at me.I only had rs. 50 in my pocket. I immediately pulled away from my hand from her tit, hoping she’d charge me for that as well.“I have a place ready, you wanna go?” she asked, spitting out a red stream of pan juice.I just hung my head down in shame.Saroja seemed to understand my dilemma.