I’d just passed the onramp to the freeway when I realized there was someone coming up behind me on a bicycle. I moved to the side again, to let them...pass, but I heard the bike slow as he came abreast of me. As he stopped, I looked over and saw it was a twenty-something boy, wearing the awful uniform of the young: ball cap with a flat bill, hoodie and jeans that had to be three sizes too big at the very least, and expensive sneakers. Not that they’re called sneakers anymore, I thought vaguely.. I wish my husband was home so he could hold me and tell me everything would be alright. I had a fitful sleep that night, but I didn't masturbate.The next day about 9 am, my mistress called. When I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I felt a tremor of fear go through me and I wondered what she was going to do to me. The conversation started out innocently enough with topics about how nice it was for summer; a new dress she wanted to show me; and her Oscar (fish) had died. She asked,. The hypothesis he as coming up with startled him, made him wonder why he had never noticed it before - but of course, 'before', his fantasies were just that, there was no threat of reality to complicate things.Oddly this thought pattern brought on the idea of his mother as a lover - his first and if the promises be true then she would be the sum of any teenagers fantasy woman. Any act, any time - the ad had suggested. Right now his house was empty except or his mom and him, instead of her. Who were these people, George wondered, they got on well. Maggie wasn’t a bitter crone, and the two children clearly got on well with and loved their mother.“Here, Veronica” said her mother and she was given $20.“Mum, you don’t need to...”“I know you’re saving for college, buy yourselves a couple of Cokes and a donut, but don’t spoil your appetite. I’m making nut roast”“Yum! My favourite” said the boy“Tony! You know lying is a sin” laughed his mum “but we’ll have a sponge pudding, like we had.