She was doing good, owned the small one bedroom house she lived in. She took a weeks vacation, and we spent a large deal of time talking. Mom was fran..., saying that she had not wanted to have a baby, so she was depressed afterward. Said my dad wasn't terribly under standing, so she started to drink. She said she was sorry for the way she had treated me and ask me to forgive her. We had a good time.Mom ask me if I would go out to dinner with her so some of her friends could meet me said she. Only a very few empaths had an empath amongst his parents. And similarly only a very few empaths had an empathic child. Governments had many times secretly cloned empaths, in the hope of getting more empaths. All such attempts had failed. At Majgen’s time scientists believed, that empathic abilities were set prior to birth. In the womb. And that apparently the genes of the mother mattered far more than the genes of the empath itself. Statistically the chance for a newborn, born by a random. I stood around, trying to check out howthe older girls were dressed without being noticed. A quick surveyshowed that there was nothing of interest, jeans and tops, except for agirl in red skort with a white pullover collared shirt. The skirt andshorts combination was cute and practical. I wondered if Beth hadanything like that. I didn't remember seeing one.The bus pulled up and I waited to make sure Susie got on. I climbed inand looked around. Kevin was sitting towards the back. There was. This hit me just as he released into my darkest passage, filling me yet again with his man cream. We showered, carefully drying each other with huge, soft, warm, white towels. Then we climbed back into bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The perfect sleep that goes with the warm afterglow of wonderful sex. “Ah, you’re awake. Let’s have breakfast on the balcony.” “Great. I’ll just get dressed.” “No need, it’s a lovely warm morning.” The table was already laid, sparkling white linen.