“Are you propositioning me?”He said, “No. Well, yeah, I guess I am.”I think this would be as good place as any to say I found Clay very attrac...ive but had not imagined anything with him since I hadn’t imagined anything could ever happen with him. He was the straight son of the woman my father had married, that was all. I didn’t say anything and by that time we were home.I went in my bedroom and proceeded to follow my fussy bedtime routine. I stripped down to my boxers, went into the bathroom. I guess it all started with Coco Chanel. Nowadays there are many others. Some are successful; a lot, not really.I still work at this growing chain of delicatessen and catering shops. I do PR and marketing there. Of course I have a boss. And as all bosses do, he sometimes has an idea.Funny thing about the ideas of bosses is that they always get implemented. All other ideas tend to be squeezed through a bottleneck of research and yawning committees. But his idea of tying in with the perfume brand. I locked up and headed home too. When I got home her car was there , I felt the hood and it was hot, she must have just got home. I walked in and called out to her, she was in our bed room, I went back and she was getting cloths together, she was about to shower . I said what are you doing? She said I need a shower right now, move outta my way , she pushed pasted me and headed to the big bathroom. I followed her in there I sat on the shitter while she got undressed. She had the white bikini on. While coming down Maria was adjusting herdress and hairs which indicated what she did with myDad above. This was just a quick starter. They all went to the living room and settled down.Mom brought wine and they started drinking. Mom andDaniel sat a chaise lounge while Dad and Mariaoccupied the couch. They were talking among eachother. Daniel’s eyes were on my Mom’s cleavage. He pulled out his mobile phone and started to showsomething to Mom who moved close to him so that theirthighs.