The dove-grey tablecloths thatreach a foot from the ground were, surely, designed to veil any "openconduct of business." But the men's manner assures...me that one isimpatient, one is pleased, and one has already jetted a "violentoutburst" down Gabby's eagerly receptive throat.No other member seems inclined to snitch. Indeed, of the other threeeating alone in the room, only one is paying the slightest attention.The other two are too busy eyeing the new girl, Justine.If Gabby was reported (after. Carla grabbed my arm, hugging it and pressing her breasts against me.“I could arrange that.” she said, pulling me towards the pool.Oh. Right. The pool. Another chance for me to completely embarrass myself. What kind of moron doesn’t know how to swim? Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have some fear of water, or of pools, I just never learned. Pools were, generally, full of people. Noisy, bothersome people. I had always avoided places like that.Carla pulled to over to the pool and sat down on the. We used to spend a lot of weekends out there in college, fixing the place up, fishing for salmon in the coastal rivers, and drinking some Scotch in the evenings. I had served a hitch in the Navy before college, and John had spent a couple years bumming around Europe, so the cheap beer and loud obnoxious behavior that the campus weekend scene revolved around didn’t do much for either of us. One of us might bring a female if we had one currently available, but they tended to get bored with our. You’re becoming a man and your hormones are going crazy. I’m your mother and the adult; I should know better than to be around you half dressed and allowing you to touch my body in the way that I have been letting you.”“Mom, I love you and I love what we did last night. It might be wrong but it didn’t FEEL wrong to me.”“I know you love me Robby and I love you too. But moms and sons cannot do what we did. It was a moment of weakness for me last night and that is all. I hadn’t been with.