I was suddenly doing performance art and felt a little silly.Katie and I looked at each other… this would take a little communication.“Do you want...to keep sucking Toby?” I asked.“I was thinking he could fuck me and I’d eat you?”“Or vice-versa.”“Yeah, sure, that sounds excellent. Toby, um, get up and get behind your mother,” Katie said. For sixteen, she knew what she wanted. Or she knew what I wanted.Katie lay with her head against the headboard, on a pillow, and I moved up alongside her to kiss. ‘Actually I kept some of my late wife’s things um just as a reminder.’ ‘Late wife, oh god Alan, me and my big mouth.’ ‘What you didn’t know, are you saying Olivia didn’t tell you?’ ‘No she made no mention of that.’ Lydia stepped over and sat on Alan’s lap. ‘I need to know,’ she said gently, resting against him. ‘Just tell me what happened and I’d like to know whether or not you think she would like me here with your like this.’ ‘Oh she would love you being here like this and would really like. To say I was furious with him would be an under statement and at that time I never wanted to see or hear anything about him ever again. I felt betrayed by him. How could he look at and want to fuck those girls when he had me? By the time Friday evening came around I had settled down a little and decided to relax at home and watch some TV. To set the mood off just right I rolled a few joints and I also mixed in a little blond hash I had stashed away. I also have a little plastic power. You mean ... oh ... oh GOD. You're right." Yeah, yeah, I see that now – not 'textbook' but the same sort of 'emptiness' – wait, mom?" You went to college before you met dad, right?" And you got a degree, right?" Yeah ... so, that degree wouldn't happen to be in Psychology, would it?" Fine, avoid the question. I love you too, mom. So where does that leave me now?" Yeah, I'm going back, and now I've got your support about this? Okay." Yeah. We'll work this out – you just explained to me what is.