Having Catherine in the room added to the tension. “You wanted to see me sir?” “Yes, sit down please.” I was going to keep this meeting form...l. “How long have you worked in this hotel?” “It will be five years in November Sir.” “Do you know why I have asked you here?” Jessica looked flustered and started to babble. “Was it because of this morning? I am so sorry, she should have known better than to make such a mess of the breakfast display I shall tell her off most severely.” I needed to. Tall dressed in a miniscule bikini. She had long flowing black hair that fell across her bikini top mostly hiding her small breasts. I had though his wife would be black but she wasn't. Mrs. Reginald was Asian, probably Chinese. Her bathing suit bottoms were cut high on her thighs barely covering her pubic hairs and exposing most of her perfectly shaped behind.She was speaking but I hadn't heard a word. Finally with a grin on her face she said. "Thirsty young man?" She had a tall glass of ice. She was surer, more confident than her son, and her maturity told her to let it be. But Mark's mind was a mess of frantic thoughts: I'm feeling my mother and I've got my hands on her bare bum and inside her knickers and she's not moving away. Why isn't she moving away, slapping me, yelling at me? She's not very drunk I've seen her more drunk and she's always so reserved and I'm touching her bum inside her knickers and she's still letting me... Oh FUCK! Helen put one hand behind herself and held. With the help of you and your father, I’m alive once more. I have something to look forward to. Something to live for.’ I don’t think I’d moved a muscle while he had poured out this story to me. I almost felt sorry for Trip. I had been raised in a loving family with both a father and mother. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like without my mother there. That made what came out of my mouth next almost incomprehensible. ‘Is there no place for Trip in this new venture?’ I asked,.