"What brings you all the way out here? I thought you and your fiancée were still planning your wedding." Um, that's kinda what I came here to talk ab...ut, Mom," you say with an uneasy glance.Your mother simply looks at you in bewildered silence for a moment."Well, come in, Andrew. Tell me what's going on."Shortly after telling your mother about the whole ordeal and break-up between you and your fiancée while sitting in the kitchen together, your mother looks down at a cup of coffee she has. No way in hell was Liam going to be able to ignore her now. I tried to figure out why this thought was making me slightly nauseous. ‘Charlie,’ Guido hissed. My head shot up and I forced myself to walk over to the woman who bore no resemblance to the girl I’d dropped off a couple of hours before. I tipped her face up and smiled down at her. ‘You really look great.’ So I’m not Cary Grant, sue me. At least it got a smile out of Amy. ‘You really think it’s okay?’ She asked in a soft voice and all I. She kissed her husband, long, deep, and continuous. There were more stares.“Grandma can sleep in my room,” said Tabby brightly. She was the only one, besides Danny and me, who hadn’t really had anything to drink.Mona lurched to her feet and held out her hand to her granddaughter. Tabby helped her climb the stairs.“I’ll give up my bed,” sighed Randi. She looked at Mom. “Your bed’s plenty big enough for two, if you won’t flop all over it.” My mother was known to take up the whole bed.“Okay,” said. 'But how could a girl with no sexual experience know anything about fucking a man, to dream about having sex', I asked her, desperate to know?She just laughed as she always did when she drew blank on her theories.I could see my mother and sister returning illuminated by the setting sum, bathed in a reddish glow, as I sat up on the towel, feeling between my legs, where the nice feeling persisted, making me want to touch myself.The dampness made me wonder if I had peed myself, but the sensitivity.