”“Leave it.”“Well, my boss is going to ask if he can call you.”“Waterman?” I thought we had put a lid on this.“Yeah,” she said.“Te...l him to go fuck himself.” Then I added, “with sandpaper.”“Um ... I may just leave that out.”“We’re having a pool party for the squad next Friday. You’re invited. Your job isn’t.”“I get it. Just me and Grace.” She crossed her heart.“Then you’ll be welcome.” And I let my voice soften. “And I’d like to hear your ideas about a herb garden. That sounds like a nice. “If it hasn’t found another part of me to fondle later on.” “Um, Okay, I have a few ideas,” I said, with a quick look down at the modest curves in her gown with their almost hidden promise of beautiful breasts.“Pity. I was looking forward to teaching it some manners, like maybe to put it into a painful little joint lock and to hold it there for a while.”“A narrow escape! What a relief!” “Really? I thought you might like that, and I so want to hurt you! In a nice way, of course.” Her tummy went. About a year later in 2013, I proposed to my mother and we got married. People around us, neighbors and friends we made never knew that she is my biological mother. We like to keep it that way.But we do know that often they talk about how I am married to a woman much older than me. But it’s still better than them knowing she is my mother. Like any other couple, our relationship had good and bad times. We laughed and we cried, we fought and we made love.One thing we always wanted was to conceive. As they got out of the car Tre pointed to Liv’s car, she had slid over, so they were both in the passenger’s seat it was obvious they were into some heavy groping. “Let go babe it appears they will be up later with the same idea I have”. She took his hand with her head down they walked to a rear unit he unlocked the door bid her enter.The unit had nice furniture, “would you like another drink, yes do you have any wine? Red or white, white”. As he went into the kitchen she followed, “Tre I can’t.