“Coffee?” I asked her. “Please,” she nodded. I took our coats and hung them in the closet whilst the coffee brewed. “I like that skirt you ...ought,” I said, placing the steaming mug in front of her. “Hmm, I am not so sure now,” she replied, “It looked nice on the hanger but...” and she reached down and pulled the red polyester skirt from the paper carrier bag beside her. “Oh, it will look great on you,” I assured her, “Put it on, you'll see.” She stood up. “Okay,” she said and began to unfasten. You can’t have sex with some other guy out of the family. What about Abhi? He is your family, right?Mom: What are you talking about, naughty woman?Rashida: What’s wrong? You have a handsome and young son. He also might be looking for a girlfriend to have sex with. You both need it. You can teach him, and he can satisfy you. You can enjoy your lockdown.Mom: Shut up, you pervert lady. He is my son. Stop talking dirty.Rashida: Hahaha, I’m just joking, darling.Mom: Naughty girl. Ok, bye going to. We then bought a grey V neck jumper dress, and a long black cardigan dress. Good grief I thought, dresses! But at least not frilly floral stuff! She also bought me ribbed tights. I was feeling a bit better now and me and Sue went for a coffee, and must have looked like two girlfriend's out shopping. However she was softening the blow for the next session of shopping which was the acquisition of my new work wardrobe! She started by making me try on a few suits, but this time they had short. That didn’t stop me from ripping off some fast laps in hot laps. I actually came up on a slower car in front of me, and had to back down or figure out a way to pass him on this narrow, tacky surface. I let him get a lead on me again, then tried some different lines, letting the car drift up a bit more than I had intended. I was just settling into the next corner before I had to remind myself to breathe. Holding my breath was not making me any faster, but it might make me pass out.Grandpa, mom,.