Go figure.When I turned toward the showers I walked right into Greg, and I was so happy to see him I just leaped into his arms, wrapping my legs aroun... him for a long, warm hug, never mind that Mom was watching my every move and the other guys whistling and teasing.We didn't care. Greg cupped my ass and we were body to body, though he was wearing his racing suit. No more the skimpy Speedo, this was one of those skin-tight things, waist to knees on guys, all contoured to reduce drag, but he. Maybe if she saw him with a textbook in his hand she'd remember her true role as his mother and banish her filthy cravings once and for all."Mike." Janet said softly. She was too drunk to realize that her voice was the softest of whispers, too low for her son to hear. Janet opened the door without knocking. Then she stopped in her tracks and just stared.Mike was reading by the night light, as she'd suspected but what he held definitely wasn't a textbook. It was some sort of girlie magazine and. "Do you want me to re-write my paper?" Would you? That would be very helpful." Ok." That was easy enough. "Is tomorrow ok?"He laughed loudly. "That was a joke! Of course I don't want you to redo the assignment!" Oh." She waited until he stopped laughing. "Then what do you want me to do?"He started to speak and then stopped. "No, I'd better not say that. You might not think it's a joke."She wanted to be indignant but the truth was that she frequently missed the joke. "Was that a joke?" Only in. "Trudy doesn't own me," she answered simplyTommi sipped her coffee. "It looked to me like _she_ thought she did!" Jealous?" Erica said teasingly. She saw Tommi's expression, andrealized that she'd hit the mark. "You _are_ jealous!" she said,sounding both surprised and delighted.Tommi shook her head. "No," she said quickly. She saw the knowing grinon Erica's face. "Well, maybe a little," Tommi admitted slowly.Erica's smile broadened. "Trudy was just a fling," she explained. "Igot lonely,.