During the more vocal parts of our exchange, I called J.B. a whiny little bastard, forgetting that he literally WAS one, not just figuratively.It put ... wedge between us that lasted for quite a while.In an attempt to make amends, I prepared to have J.B. come home with me, but then dad died. After the funeral, I realized that mom needed J.B. around her for security and companionship.But, I suppose losing her husband made her lose some inner will, and she passed away within the next year.I was. I saw that she must have gone to sleep. I carefully got up and brought her a towel to clean her up. She was leaking everywhere over my bed. About fifteen minutes later she awoke with a jerk."What happened?" I thought you fell asleep, but maybe I fucked you unconscious?" You did? Oh wow!" Take a shower and clean up, why don't you?" I suggested."You could wash my back," she said with a sexuality I didn't know she was capable of.The shower was indeed an experience all of its own. Another person's. "After the church we went to Mark?s mother for lunch. I was going to meet"my" mother-in-law! It was a nice tidy home and she kept the whole timetalking to me, most of the time gossiping. She was a nice old lady andit was clear that she liked Helen. When she noticed how happy Mark wasand how close we were she became radiant of happiness. Then she said,"Maybe we will be hearing a child?s cry soon..."I blushed again, she noticed that our sex life "had improved." Then Isaid, "No, I think it is. I opened up about my past and you are giving it back to me this way. I’m a divorcee; I can’t do what you are asking for. It’s immoral. And with my past experience, I don’t want to be in any new relationship or dig into my past. I don’t want to drag you into this either. Just let it be how it is. Keeping distance will be good for us.” she replied.“It’s not immoral to have some happiness in life. We both liked it. You don’t want any relation kind of thing fine with me. Let it be on your way how.