She's my mom, Hermione. I'd always see her in a light yellow chiton. Even though she worked every day in the garden on her hands and knees her clothes...always were clean. I remember her smiling while complaining that I hadn't inherited that trick. I must have been a messy kid.I remember sitting by the field, watching my mother dig her hands into the stones and rub them into soil. I thought that it was a pretty cool trick so I tried it. I'd been at it a while when mom caught me. I must have been. I looked for areas that were quiet away from the places teachers would patrol. After some searching I saw a scuffle round the back of the art block between the school field and the bike sheds. I zoomed my vision in and could clearly make out Lump holding someone who was struggling like a wild cat to get free. It had to be Vicky. There was no way my friend would go down without out a fight no mater what the odds. They had her in a small area enclosed by walls on three sides some of them guarding. “Get naked for me Janet and your man can watch us in action,” Stella said as she undid the zip at the back of her floor length caftan.We both watched intently as Janet shrugged out it and let it drop to the floor, leaving her stark naked in heels.“Love your suntanned naked body baby,” Stella and I smiled as one.I watched fascinated as they had their hands all over each other and licked and kissed passionately. “Been looking forward to this all week.”“Me too.”“Not sure who likes your big arse. Then, Rochelle asked if they were hungry. Indeed they were. The fixed their plates and ended up playing Uno into the night. Ty showed up halfway through the meal and Rochelle gently nudged him to get going at 8:00 p.m.Sunday morning came and everyone was asleep except for Kerene and Rochelle. It was a little after 8:00 a.m.“Wanna cup of coffee,” the hostess inquired.“That’d be great,” Kerene smiled.“So what’s new with you?” “I’m almost done with my third novel,” the twice published fiction.