‘Hmmm, something smells good’, I say. The delicate smell of herbs and spices permeates the cabin. ‘Oh shit!’, you exclaim, ‘I forgot all abo...t it’ You rush off to the kitchen. I can hear the music in the background, a nice saxafone laced instrumental from Roy Hargrove, lilting in it’s melody, yet lively enough to keep the listener interested. Then I hear another shout, ‘DAMNIT!’. I look thru the door to see you holding a smoking pan and dumping what was to be dinner into the garbage. I. ..I felt so bad that I went out the cafe, looked for the pay phone andcalled a cab to the bus station. Once there I waited just about an hourand climbed the first bus back to Victoria. I crouched in a seat againstthe window and I tried to sleep but I couldn't even keep my eyes shut.While the road rushed beside me, snaking around the coast full of green,water and trees, I twisted my hands one against the other, then around myface, and when I was about to start biting my fingernails I. That was early for his mother. Usually she watched something or other on the TV till at least eleven o'clock. He tried to read but his mind wandered. Fixed itself on what his mother and Tom were doing in her bedroom. He was so embarrassed that he drew the blanket over his head and after a while he fell asleep.The next morning he hardly dared to look at his mother. He knew something about her. Something he was too ashamed to even think of. And still he did. The thought of his mother engaged in -. "Craig, what did you think of what just happened with the horses?" Terry asked me. "Well I don't know, it was interesting." I said not sure what she was asking. "Well, have you ever been with a woman? I mean I am really turned on and I want you right now." She said as she moved to me and started to kiss my mouth gently. I was a virgin but had a girlfriend I was hoping to be with soon. I had not thought about sex with Terry though she was attractive. Long blonde hair, slim, nice hips, early.