" Claire forced herself not to respond.Mark paused and enjoyed the look of embarrassment on her face. Payback's a bitch, he thought to himself. "Then ...hen you stood up I saw for the first time that you are a damned good looking woman. I realized my mom is a hottie, a real MILF. By the way, like I just said, you looked like you had a lot of experience." What?" she interrupted. She started to back away from her son."Cool it Mom, I don't want to crawl your bones. If you weren't my mother and. I don’t know,” he added with a smile and a shrug. “You’re the only one I want to see naked,” I said with a wink. “Please don’t keep me waiting too long,” I asked, but it was more of a plea. “I won’t,” he said before he disappeared into his team’s locker room. I got in my car and drove to a secluded spot behind the ball field. I pulled out a large, blue blanket and placed it on the grass. I stood on the blanket and took off all my clothes and placed them in my tote bag. There, I laid down and. It bothered me more that I was the one disliked. I broached the subject with Alia that night as we readied for bed. ‘Have I offended Mylle, my love?’ I asked as I undid the stays on her dress. Alia seemed hesitant to answer. ‘No, not directly,’ Alia skirted the issue. Now she was not looking at me. I had done something, and I did not know what. ‘My love, I must know what disturbs Mylle, and now you,’ I insisted, ‘I feel it is festering and I do not wish it to continue.’ Alia sighed before. Four marbled oak pillars swallowed most of the room in their weaved bed frame. It would have been easy to fall asleep beneath their guardianship. That’s why Cynthia had tucked her into her comfortable cage. But Marcella couldn’t sleep. Not tonight. The mail would be coming soon.So she sat buried beneath her blankets and ogling the idle shadows. The tall oak closet, her cluttered dresser on the wall, and the smooth glass cased shelves, all leaked darker than midnight black. Marcella loved to lay.