I am twenty six years old. This is the story of the tattered lives of my mother and me. And of what at the time seemed our final relationship.I have b...en working as a deep sea welder on several oil platforms in the North Sea for an American company and only went to shore every fourth week. From the beginning my job has kept me away from the mainland for weeks at a time. I could usually expect to be home (a spacious apartment where I live alone, with the occasional feminine visit) one weekend. Steve handed us hard lemonade as we walked up to his house and high-fived Jake."Hey bro, this is David and Jack. Don't play poker with them." David and Jack both laughed. David shook my hand."Hi, I'm Jenna." David, nice to meet you." He had a deep voice, and seductive eyes. If I wasn't careful, Jake was going to be pissed by the end of the night."and this is Dov," Steve said, "he's an Israeli exchange student."I don't speak Israeli, so I wasn't sure what to say. Fortunately, Dov apparently. Then we tightly hugged each other and smooched for a longer time. I didn’t even care she could get pregnant as we were without any protection.We slept like that for a few hours. Then we went to my bathroom and we bathe each other. We were applying soap to each other’s body on every part. I fucked her under the shower. We rubbed each other’s body with a towel. She was holding my penis.We were in the bed in the sleeping position for a few minutes. Then she went back to her work. She was wearing. I -- I found this little fold-out clothes-drying thingie, here. It was down in the laundry room?... See?" She stuck the aluminum fold-out contraption into the bathroom, her own body, in the process, partially following it in. The "drying thingie" was intended to allow an apartment dweller to hang small articles of wet clothing on its spindly arms, for air-drying."I just wondered if you could use something like this?"Paul didn't rinse his underwear in the sink. His dirty clothes were either.