"But, Mommy, I can't," Susan protested. "It's my pool."Andy pretended to grump and then said she was going to get Jack to build a new pool for them. S...e had decided that a fifty-meter pool was much nicer than her own twenty-five-meter one. The two women just grinned at each other. Then Susan asked, "Mom, how old are you, anyway?" Forty-two," Andy replied casually. "But why do you ask?" Because, damn it, forty-two-year-old women can't swim 200 meters in two-tenths of a second off the world. It was a lovely Christmas, yet sad in a way. For so many years it had just been me and John and now he was growing away from me. Don’t get me wrong I had Mandy and I loved her so much it amazed me, but my son was gradually slipping away from me. I’m sure every parent feels that way to an extent, but I think I had struggled so hard to get us to this point and now it hurt to feel he didn’t need me so much. Part of this feeling stemmed from the fact that when he was with Greg I was still the most. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but big things were afoot.I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next-door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 DB louder than it needed to be.Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter. My wife whispered, “I am fully nude.”As I was in boxers, I was not worried about it. But my wife was not so. So I asked her to wear the skirt and t-shirt in a hurry as he can come out any moment. So she left her bra and panty on the floor and wore the t-shirt and skirt in the bed itself.My wife then said that she had left her clothes which she wore during our travel in the washroom. So I just sneaked into the bathroom and saw that the foreigner guy smelling my wife’s panties! I got some strange.