I had not a clue mom knew about her sleeping with me, although I shouldn’t have been surprised.After showering and putting on fresh clothes I came b...ck in for breakfast. Mom asked if I had fucked Becky into a coma, as she was sound asleep. “I’ve been told expectant women need more rest to produce healthy grandkids.”Mom smiled from ear to ear just as Becky came through the door. “Did I miss something?” Mom just looked at her and smiled some more. “Remember what I told you last Fall Becky. You. ‘You don’t want to do that either,’ she said. ‘Oh well if it involves the sacrifice of small animals, no I don’t.’ he said. ‘You are implying I’m a witch,’ she said with a serious laugh. ‘I like that.’ ‘If the broom fits,’ he said. ‘Usually we go home and have sex,’ she replied simply while looking away. ‘If we did that, I assure you, it would be nothing personal.’ ‘Then on a strictly logical note, it would be a stupid thing for us to do. We work together and as of right now, I would jump in. But the leather sports seats hug me tightly, like I’m sitting on his lap. And the way the streetlights roll overhead through the glass roof gives me a giddy little thrill.I pull down the visor and flick open the mirror, soft lights illuminating my reflection. Checking my hair, I make sure it’s neatly tucked back, save a few chocolate strands on either side framing my face. I wear it up, ever since he came to my defense that time I was under siege with unsolicited fashion advice. What was it he. .. I realised that I would genuinely miss him. He had opened my eyes to many things, given me a musical education, an appetite for adventurous sex, and despite his typical male chauvinism, he'd always been a pretty considerate lover. The problem was that even though I was very fond of him, and I hated what I would have to do to a man who had given me many good times, I now knew that I didn't really love him, not like I loved Sarah, with every cell of my being.Just thinking of her obliquely led.