No one should be able to just arrive at your door. I was hoping Janet was about to tell me a story about a strange salesman. Betty, as an adult, more ...learly registered my discomfort and was watching me carefully."Oh, right, I forgot to tell you the first two times. A bus driver and a priest, reverend, or whatever were knocking on your door a couple of times last week. I'm not sure what they wanted." What time was this?" I asked."Oh, I guess four o'clock the first time, maybe eight at night the. .. the toy cocks and pussies, the handcuffs and videos and magazines. And a doorway with the word "Arcade" over it. I walked through the door. It was dark, and there was a passage with doors on either side. I could hear what sounded like televisions playing—several at once. And they were obviously playing sexual content!I poked my head into one of the doors that was ajar. There was a bench, a tv screen and, below that, a coin slot and set of selection buttons. For channels, I assumed. Above the. I just knew, from that voice, that everything would be alright. I calmed and slid back into the abyss. I had a few more experiences like that until finally, I dragged my eyes open. The task exhausted me and I let out a low moan. There was a scraping sound beside me and the face of an angel loomed over me. He was smiling. ‘Hi sweetheart.’ His soft, sweet voice was full of relief. I tried to moisten my parched lips. ‘Cale.’ I was surprised when my voice squeaked out, sounding like rusty. You're just... you're so pretty. I love you."Jimmy quickly squeezed her tits again. Three times! He felt fairly proud of himself.This time, Nancy was able to move his hands away completely. She let go of his wrists and put her hands on his shoulders."Sleep this off, okay?"She leaned in and pecked him on the forehead. But before she could back away, Jimmy grabbed his mother by the hips and pulled her forward. Nancy stumbled towards him, her breasts practically smashing her son in the face..