“Whether she’s his mother or not.”She did push him away then, but he could see that she wanted to kiss him again. That was enough. He didn’t r...ally want, in one sense, to make love with his mother. On the other hand, the idea didn’t bother him at all. He had no idea if it would ever happen or not, but that was the same as with many other women he knew. To Bobby, Mirriam Dalton was two women ... his mother ... and Mirriam Dalton.“It’s late,” she said, even though it was only eight-thirty. “I’m. I'm standing against the kitchen wall, my arms folded and my gaze intense. My eyes are pinned onto her body, measuring every curve. My stubble made my face even more pronounced. I walk up behind her grabbing her waist with my hands, surprising her. I'm kissing her neck, kisses that are light and barely there, a soft brushing of my lips. It made her skin tingle and her insides curl. My hands on her waist and my lips on her neck, making her want more. My hands then cupped her butt; my short thick. "Ms. Cummings, Venera told me you would like to obtain your Master's. To be totally frank, I've known your name for quite a while; I've followed your disagreement with the court with much interest from last August on but I knew you even before that. Joseph Brother, your old boss, is one of my students. I was the one who recommended you for that job at the day-care." Venera told me as well that you are aware of the 'double blind' study with State, the School board and the University. It doesn't. Jacky returned and we finished our drinks. As we walked out to the car park, Jacky – evidently the worse for wear – felt unsteady – fresh air had its usual effect. Ben put his arm around her and helped her to the car.“Open the rear door for me would you Sarah? We’ll put her in the back, she’ll be fast asleep any minute.” Ben – who was now holding Jacky steady with both hands - gestured to his trouser pocket, obviously wanting me to get his car keys. I reached into his deep pocket, my hand.