I'm sorry."Richie's eyes narrowed and again burned with anger. One hand clenched, then slowly let go. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he said sullenly. He mov...d to pick up his fork, paused, and looked at his mother again. "Mom, why'd you come to Haven?"Sandra looked surprised at the question. "That was a long time ago. I'm not really sure anymore..." Bullshit."Sandra glared at Richie, but quickly subsided. "Why is that important to you?" Why won't you answer it?"Sandra hesitated. She shifted in her. He was, as his father had been before him, perfectly content to remain in Yorkeville, where he played golf at the country club, took planeloads of buddies on hunting trips to his lodge in the mountains and indulged in an occasional spree in the ‘wicked city’. His marriage to Alayne’s mother had been unhappy and brief, ending when the young Mrs. Rikardson plowed into a concrete traffic abutment at 75 miles an hour after a long night’s drinking at the Odyssey Club. Alayne’s memory of her mother. I reached over and touched her. Sure enough, even the little tuft of hair was slick to my touch. I told her to watch the house down the street, then leaned over and caught the same smell of cinnamon and 'woman' that I'd smelled on her gun. When I bent closer and ran my tongue into her pussy, she moaned and rolled her hips against my mouth. I stopped long enough to tell her that if she didn't keep her eyes open and focused on the house we were watching, I'd quit and make her walk home. Bless her. He walked in to find Judy and Sharon sharing a bottle of white wine.Unusual as Judy seldom drank, and then only with a meal. It seemed thatSharon had been dumped by her girlfriend and was now in a very "I hategirls" mode. Despite his femininity Adam was very aware that Sharon knewhe was really a boy so when Judy briefly left the room he suggested that,with Judy's permission, they could finish what they had started on herlast visit. So when Judy walked back in, Adam surprised her with.