But there was more. Twisting his arm, he tried to recall when he'd managed to injure himself with the long scrapes that became more visible the longer...he looked, or how he'd managed the rip in the knee of his jeans, which weren't all that old. He didn't have as much time as he would have liked to figure it out. The sharp pain in his ribs following his mother's meager--but effective--blows to his ribs with what had to be her foot, brought his attention right back to her demanding voice, which. She was lying on the couch, stretched out and fast asleep. She was wearing her favorite nightgown, the one he had given her and what she always wore on special nights. She had been waiting up for him and fallen asleep, and once again he was touched by her thoughtfulness. He sat on the table across from the couch and gazed at her, taking in everything about her. He watched as her chest rose and fell with her steady breathing, how a lock of hair had fallen onto her cheek and fluttered slightly. I guess you really needed that.”“I needed it from you,” I whisper. “I told you.”“Jesus, Quinnie. I’ve been with a lot of women in my lifetime, but you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I’m just in awe.” I lean my head forward on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his waist. He gently rubs his hand up and down my back. “You could be with anybody. Yet you choose to be here, with me. An old man.”I laugh. “You’re not old.”“Compared to you, I'm an ancient artifact.”I giggle.James. I was now in complete shock with my cheeks clenching two hands firmly planted on each cheek I dont know how to react and before i could do anything he had me by the shoulders and was leading me past the sinks towards the back of the restroom he slowly walked behind me so close i could smell him and feel his scrachy beard on the back of my neck What was happening i didnt stop i let him lead me in complete disbelief He pushed the last door to a stall open and followed me in. before i could turn.