I got up to help Trish to the office, and it was thenthat I realized my wife’s dress had somehow hitched up.I mean, it was practically up to her...waist, and in herdrunken state and with her legs open like they were,Jim, who was sitting next her, must’ve been treated toquite an eyeful.If Jim had been checking out Trish’s crotch, though, heplayed it cool, and he never let on that he’d evennoticed. In fact, he was a perfect gentleman, and he andhis buddy offered to help me. She was sitting on the edge of her bed looking at me with a seriousness I have never seen before. She patted the mattress. I sat down and began playing with my hands while looking down at her cute dainty feet.“Rick, what you asked me today, no son should ask of his own mother. I understand the mental and physical pain you must be going through, and I want to let you know that we will work this out.”“Mom…I” She raised a hand to silence me.“Let me finish, baby.”“Okay, mom.”“I must admit I was. ”If it had been quartz the price would have been between $10 and $100 depending on the markings and cut. This one was plain but she had said it was mined. I only had her word so I said, $50 but even so I was prepared to pay a lot more. To my surprise she nodded and left.When I had it appraised I was told to insure it for $25,000. I had never worn it. Each time I had thought about doing so and I had touched the stone the dizzy feeling came over me so I put it away. This time the stone seemed to. She had on a yellow blouse and blue jeans and was talking on the phone as she poured herself a glass of wine. She had a very nice figure from what I could see and seemed to be about five eight to five ten. I saw her glance down to my window as she finished pouring her glass and turned to put the bottle back in the fridge. She probably couldn't see much of me because at the time I was only backlit from the TV. There was a very sexy show on one of the HBO channels, so I layed down on the bed next.