Once inside and upstairs she falls into bed and lies there with thoughts raging through her mind. While she hates her life now, a resolution begins to...develop.After an hour it is has formed and she begins to imbed it into her brain, "Whatever happens Ron can never find out. No matter what! Well genius do you really think he is inviting you to have coffee? If that's he wants then I will do it. Whatever he wants I will do it. But if I get the chance then ... oh really! Well blackmail is a crime. "So, I'll owe you!" Mark's mother said."I think I'm nuts!" Mark said."Nuts? Why?" Mark's mother asked."Agreeing to stay dressed. This drive. The way I feel." Mark said.It was that last part that caught Carol's attention."How do you feel?" Mark's mother asked."I'm not supposed to like this sort of stuff." Mark said flatly."And you catch yourself liking it a little." Mark's mother said as a statement and not a question."Yes." Mark said in frustration or at least hoping he sounded frustrated."My. How about John and Trudy? Haven't they suffered through all of this and then on top of it all John lost his job. This has left him no way to take care of his responsibilities toward the boys." You said you were sleeping with me again tonight." Yes and looking forward to it." Would you carry me across the threshold to your room? This will be more fun than last night for you, I promise." We both were keeping it light, knowing this might be the beginning of something solid.Just before I picked. "OH, YOU CAN MAKE HER PRETTIER THAN THAT. WHAT HAIRSTYLE DID THEPRETTIEST GIRL YOU EVER SAW HAVE? WHAT IS THE BEST MOUTH FOR KISSING?DON'T YOU LIKE WOMEN WITH LONGER LEGS?"Mo's answers were not verbal, but changes to the image on the screen.With every question, every prompt, the image on the screen developed,changed, became more detailed.His decisions were not made in a vacuum or in ignorance. As part of thequestion about hairstyles, for instance, Mo's mind was flooded withimages and.