.Grumbling, she propped up her head, looking for the source of the rapping on her window pane.Tap... tap... thunk!“What the hell?” Something hard ...ounced off her window with a clunk.Slipping on a pair of white cotton panties and an oversized band t-shirt, she opened her curtains and peered outside. It was Fred, at his feet a pile of twigs and rocks. A stone from the garden sat clutched in his left hand, waiting to be thrown at the unsuspecting glass pane.“God damn it, Fred. What are you doing. ..there was my wife!"Oh. Hi" was all she said."Honey, I can explain everything...," I began, but she had alreadyleft the room.For the rest of the day she didn't say anything about what she hadseen. Over dinner wouldn't talk about anything but the squabble thathad aborted her Saturday afternoon bridge game and brought her homeprematurely. And in the evening she returned to her current novel,interrupting her reading only to continue her post-mortem about thequarrel. "Agnes was winning when. " The pad is clear," I said. "Send them now."The pad lit up with an incoming teleport. I watched the light fade and saw the two marines I had sent to Kitty appear. Each one was carrying someone in their arms."Craig sprinted out of the medical room. He was dragging a gurney. "Lindsay!" he shouted. "We need a second gurney!"One of the marines stepped forward and deposited his passenger on the gurney that Craig had brought. From the medical room I could hear someone grabbing a gurney and rushing. " "That's my mom, asshole!" she roared before she slapped his ass. "Sorry, Nadine," he moaned, strained. She stood up with him. "Just don't let it happen again, I might be screwing her husband, but she is still my mom," she informed him, prior to kissing him. "I understand, and BTW, you have lovely breasts." "Go ahead," she offered, snatching his hands and placing them on her tits. "Feel them." I peeked up at him and his eyes widened. "Damn, they feel so much better than I ever imagined. Shit,.