”She looked at me, checking the bulge in my shorts, and then right in the eye. She was doing her best to get me worked up, and having fun doing it.�...�I wonder what’s in the box?” she said, returning her attention to the box on the bed. She opened the box and looked at me with a wicked grin. She pulled out a large, flesh-colored dildo that looked quite flexible and realistic. She held it up to inspect it closely, and I zoomed in on her face. She saw the image on the TV, and with a wicked grin,. Then, before hanging up, she gave a vague, general apology for not being the kind of mother I needed growing up. She promised to do a better job in the future. I was unsure whether or how to reply, but my mother said, ‘Now I know you’re probably uncomfortable with all this, so don’t worry about saying anything. Just listen.’ Sounding on the verge of tears as she finished, she said, ‘Deacon, that girl is a saint. An angel. A God-send. She’s a special providence in your life. You probably don’t. ’ ‘Devlin,’ I said with a conviction I no longer felt. ‘Thank you for cleaning my house but you are wasting your time here.’ ‘I’ll be the judge of that.’ He took my arm and steered me back toward the couch. ‘You just sit here. I’m going to brew you up something that will help you sleep. It’s an old family recipe.’ He tucked the blanket around my legs and left the room. ‘I found some rum in the liquor cabinet,’ he called from the kitchen. ‘I’m going to make you hot-buttered rum. It will send you. .." Marie looked at me with sadness. "I?m sorry, Donnie. I didn?twant to tell you on the phone and today was the first time I saw yousince we ran into them. I guess I just got caught up in getting youready. Sorry. Are you ok?"I nodded and sniffled a little as I replied, "Yeah, yeah, I?m ok. Hisname is Craig? Does he seem like a nice guy?"Marie shrugged. "I guess. He?s a good looking guy, I guess. Tall.Handsome in an athletic way. Seems pretty well off. He?s an accountant,he said. He seemed very.