I gasped. “What? That Fuck? Seriously? I can’t believe you would ask me that.” I started walking away confused. How in the world? He grabbed my ...rm. “Wait Jane, please. I thought….” I stopped, turning back to him. “I thought that you were better than that,” he said, annoyed. “What do you mean ‘better than that’? Better than being your whore?” I responded angrily, trying to keep my voice down since we were on a public street. “No, I mean, we just talked about this. How sex isn’t dirty or. She had long relished his touch and often flirted madly with him, but this time he initiated the sincere gesture. She watched his nice ass as he walked away, and was suddenly struck by the irony of the moment – here she was ogling him from behind and he wasn’t even aware. She got up from the table and ditched her coffee cup into garbage can before heading back to her department to finish her shift. As she walked towards the elevator, she passed by a couple of the guys from finance. “You look. You can put on shorts and a t-shirt for the evening. I'll change your bandages when you come down.”“OK, Mommy.” Sean went upstairs.“He's such a good kid. You're doing a great job with him,” I said.“Thank you. Sometimes, though, he doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut.”“What do you mean?” I asked.Mandy blushed again. “He didn't need to announce to the world that everyone could see my ... my … well, that everyone could see me today.”“He wasn't that loud. Besides, he was right. I had. Jen is always out on Tuesday evenings, if you get my meaning”.“Sure thing, Mum”; glad that she wasn’t asking about the lunch-time fuck session in the pub garden.Grace and I sat in the back seat of the car on the way home – Mum kept checking the rear view mirror – watching my hand sliding underneath her skirt. Grace gave the game away with a whimper when I had three fingers inside her: “are you alright darling? Is your big sister being unkind”?“No Mum – it’s all fine” Grace replied “it’s not.