Mom sang along making it sound much better. I am changing this to be Jenn and the next-best female voice in the choir. The drummer is going to love th...s piece of music.Our foray into country music was next. Alan Jackson’s “Remember When.” Both ladies said they had never heard of it, but they would give it their best.I had Mom play it through once.“Ooh, that is pretty,” Jenn said. Mom stopped and said, “Let’s do it. I have someone coming in ten minutes. We can get through two more if we. This isn’t what I need. I hope you understand.’ I asked her if there was anything I could say to make her change her mind, but there wasn’t. It was made up, and soon her skirt was on and she had left. I was actually really fucking gutted, it was a proper heartbreak, but as I assessed other options, I realised all was not lost. And so I put on my boxers, crept down the corridor, knocked on Claire’s door, and woke her up by bending her over the desk and fucking her tits off. ‘Ah well, her loss,’. My grin faded immediately when I saw her eyes shimmering with tears.“What’s wrong?” I asked, putting down my fishing rod. I moved a few paces toward her, concerned with this turn of events.“Nothing, nothing,” she said, turning away from me and dropping her fishing rod to the deck with a clatter. The bent tip swung awkwardly a foot above the boards, as the line had gotten caught on the rail. She wiped at her eyes as I watched her, helpless. What the hell just happened?“What’s going on?” I. I could see her. I whistled quietly to get her attention. She backed over. What are you doing she said with a smile. getting your attention of course... She told me she'd be off in a few minutes and was going to grab a bite if I wanted to join her. The cafeteria closed and we sat at a table eating, you could see the other workers eyeing me and whispering to each other. the guys were obviously bothered by my presence and the ladies, well they seemed to be enjoying seeing her eating with.