I Watched my Mom clean. It was a typical Saturday, Dad playing golf, and Mom cleaning the house. Jimmy will call soon and I will leave and go to his h...use. But today I’m just going to stay home. I don’t want jimmy anymore.My Mom works very hard at work, and at home. She is a Union Vice President. She would go all over the USA to help get Union employees a contract. But right now she is mopping the floor. I got up and started to help her clean up the house.“Thank you, Sarah, for helping me. You. The summer sun was out with a nice breeze blowing. My boss called me over and introduced me to you. You looked stunning in the summer heat, wearing a white bikini and a semi transparent sarong wrapped around your waist. You must have been at least 10-15 years younger than John (my boss), and I guessed you were probably in your mid to late thirties...making you roughly 10 years older than me! I placed my hand out in front of me to shake your hand but instead of taking it, you smiled. “You’re going to die, you piece of shit!” he said, reaching for the startled Scott.But Tracy came to his rescue.“Chris ... I want you ... NOW! Please? I need you here, right now!” Tracy cried, moving her hands to her pants button.“Oh, for crying out loud,” I said. “Chris, put Scott down and get your skinny ass out of your clothes. Tracy, go take a shit, then clean your ass up real good. Scott, in your sister’s room, in her nightstand, middle drawer, inside a yellow box, there’s a tube of KY and. We both volunteered for parachute training, and both got our wings and red berets on the same day. We celebrated at a local pub together, although legally I wasn't old enough to drink. We were an odd couple; he was about 5ft 8ins and built like a bull; I was just over 6ft, and as skinny as a rake. I filled out as I got older, but I've never been much heavier than 15 stone. Harry had been educated at Eton College and I had attended Plaistow Comprehensive. He was posh and I was rough. His accent.