He rolled over and in a few moments went into the bathroom.Well I thought, there is nothing unusual about this occurrence. After all, he is my son and...we have on occasion seen each other in our underwear. However, there was something that stirred in me this time that did not seem totally motherly. Maybe it was knowing that Josh had grown into a fine young man, or being in the hotel or a combination of both. But, it was strange to have these yet unidentified or understood sensations in my. It was addressed to him. He went to the desk and opened the envelope. He took out a letter. His hands trembled as he opened it. It began:My dearest Bertie,If you're reading this it's because I've gone to grow prize-winning flowers for the Angels. I know you didn't know, but I've been ill for quite some time now. And the way this old body of mine is feeling lately I think my time is getting nearer. In spite of what that old coot doctor of mine says.We haven't known each other very well, but you. The ‘Neighborhood Watch’ spotted me coming upstairs after spending the night with Michelle.”“Why keep it from the kids?”“We told Jesse and Nicholas we weren’t doing this and weren’t going to do this. I think it causes complications if they know. And we can, because I don’t expect this to last very long.”“You BETTER last long, Mr. Adams, or I WILL kill you!” she giggled. “But in all seriousness, why?”“Because it’s not good for either of us. Do I want to make love to you? Absolutely! Do I want to. It had gotten dark and as he cut through an empty lot he accidentally kicked an old metal can. A big, ugly dog barked at him as he walked past the neighboring trailer. The dog stopped barking once he passed its domain and he continued on to Trixie's. He made it to the little trailer without further incident and he cautiously began to climb the rickety, weather-worn steps up to Trixie's front door. Trying hard not to break the rotted wood, he was just reaching for the door when a noise from.