Would it be asking too much if I came with you tomorrow to see your mother? I would really like to meet her and talk to her."Tammy blushed. "Why would...you want to talk to her? She's just a stupid woman who turned tricks until she caught AIDS."There was some challenge in Tammy's tone, but Josie shook her head."You're ashamed of your mother, or rather of what she did for a living. Let me tell you a short story then. I was eighteen. I had just started college when I met my first husband. He lured. He analysed it all; a whizkid with spreadsheets.Between themselves, they settled on Friday night; bed earlyish, asleep by eleven, maybe midnight at the latest. Wait around twenty or thirty minutes then she would get up and go to the loo. Send Matt a message saying that it was on and wait for the call.Eve waited an eternity; looking at the phone every second as she sat on the toilet seat, her only clothing pooled sexily around her ankles. Her anticipation and excitement were at boiling point.The. Christmas n all''Ya can cut the fucking crap for starters. Change of plan. Get over to the tree office now! I think I'll sample that baldy cunt now.....NOW''OK...should I bring condoms' she said, calmly as if she was talking about wine. 'Hell no. Not unless we're blowing the fuckers up.''I'll be five minutes. No later,' all said, in the same calm monotone voice. Calmness personified. 'I'll be waiting'His coffee finished, he ate the biscuit. And waited. And waited. And waited. And waited. 'The. 'It's now or never', goes through my head, as my hand touches one of the swing doors and push it ever so slightly, it opens and I let him see my breasts.Hi head turns left then right, then back to me. His huge smile shows it is clear, so my hand drops to my waist and I undo my leather belt, the button, and finally the zipper, which I ease down.He stares, looks around and nods. We are communicating, he is my look out, he is making sure I dont get caught, so I release the door momentarily and.