About a year ago I moved back into my Mom's apartment because I wanted to be close by to care for her after her health declined somewhat. She doesn't ...equire constant care; She can still get up and go to her bathroom, fix something to eat, come into the living room to watch TV, and so on, but she's not as young as she used to be and currently in remission from breast cancer (thank God!) so I wanted to be close by to assist her whenever she felt like she needed assistance.Like I said earlier,. There had been some major problems with the equipment and it kept me busy all evening. As 10 o'clock approached my boss asked if I could stick around a few more hours to help finish with the repairs. Since overtime had not been a recent request and the money would help I told him it wouldn't be a problem. I called my wife and told her that I wouldn't be home until at least 3:00 AM. She said that it was ok and she would see me when I got home.As we worked on the machine everything fell into. “Thanks so much,” I snapped back at him, but I wasn’t even close to being mad at him. At least, not yet…it still all depended on what the parents had to say. I knew I was an adult and all, but for some reason, I was still scared to death of my dad. “Katya? What’s going on here?” my mom asked as we climbed out of the pool. I was trying to keep my eyes averted from the way Stephen’s wet clothes clung to his body. I knew exactly what he was hiding under there now, which didn’t help my. " Yeah! I mean, as you can imagine I've really enjoyed being pregnant. It's been such fun." she said as she stood up, "And speaking of fun, maybe we ought to try something fun."She walked over to her large tote bag and pulled out some clothes."Thought I'd give you a little fashion show!" she said, shaking her hips, "I have a few things with me. Bikini, a nightie, some lingerie...What do you want to see first?" Surprise me." OK!"And she stepped into the bathroom, humming to herself. I leaned.