He opened his own profile it contained his interests and desires, it was the sort that he hoped intelligent women would find worthy enough to start co...municating and create a conversation, but to no avail. He had given the boot to a couple of areas that claimed to be real persons but he was sure were fake, created profiles with the aim to incite men to join but had no reality about them at all despite the many photos, many very erotic. ‘Fuck ‘em’, he muttered. ‘I have tried to be the nice bloke. Stanson calling for me.I rush down from the stairs and we got my mom on her bed. It was getting late and Mrs. Stanson left our house afterward. I went back down to clean up the mess in the living room. And while I am cleaning up, I hear my mom calling out for my dad. I walk up to mom’s bed and there she was calling out my dad’s name and rubbing her pussy through her panties. I can tell she is horny from her tipsy. “Jim, you better come back and fuck me right now or you’ll be sorry” said my mom. ”“Aggie,” Emily asked, “what’s the color code for the transfer rooms? Tan and purple? And what’s the prime number?”“Light tan floors and a creamy light purple carriage, just as the lesson described. And there are two tumblers in each carriage. The left dial has twenty-four positions and the right dial twenty-eight. See what I mean Emily? The tumblers are correct for it too.”Emily worked and got her laughter under control. “Yeah, it all fits. So the total number of carriages is 24 x 28 + 1. I don't want to make her give up her old life for theuncertainty of this one but I appreciate the offer. She doesn't havemuch to go back to any way. Though she did say that if she stayed withme, she'd have the chance of grandkids.I punched her in the arm for that one.Not hard.Not too hard anyway.When I reach the main entrance from the dining room, Henry's waiting forme."Kid! You know the drill. I gotta check you in." Sorry, Henry. Came in through the kitchen. Didn't want to take anychance that.