Everyone had long since gone home. He heard the elevator ding in the distance and then open. Cleaning crew, he assumed and kept on working. He had two...more days to finish this report. He was focused.He didn't hear her enter his office. He didn't notice anything until he smelled her perfume. His mind whirled, part of it fighting to keep him focused on the report, the rest wondering why he smelled her perfume.He felt her hands on his shoulder and then her lips on his ear. "You've been working so. A secret no one must ever find out about. "Dear diary.."And all this had happened because my own Mother had stepped up to the plate. But I knew there was more to it than that. A lot more. Maybe by helping me, Mom was also helping herself in some way. It would be up to her to tell me the reason why. Whatever came next, I was more than ready for it.Whatever that next may be.*Epilogue.It was a week later and the first signs of seasonal change were in the air as the warmth of a hot and lazy summer. I only lived there until I moved to Minneapolis when I was twenty. I’m now 27 and my mom, now a widow still lives there. Without my dad there now my mom is going to be alone everyday. I know she has a fear of being alone and most likely I’m going to have to move back to be with her. The rain kept hitting the windshield and flying off. It reminded me of all the hookers I’ve solicited in my past. How I kept lying and cheating on my girlfriend Angela and how life is so precious. As the rain kept. A slight sheen of sweat clings to your breasts and your belly. A few full drops pool in your cleavage. Perhaps you may have been tempted to wipe them away, were your wrists not bound together, stretched above your head, and then secured to the headboard. The effect gave your body a long, graceful and sinuous look, a woman caught in her first morning stretch as she wakes, rather than a woman bound. Ravishing in her exposure, most seductive in her vulnerability. I let the mink glove on my left.