It was Wednesday when I heard a voice softly ask if they could join me. “Steve, yes please. Have a seat, it is nice to see you again.” He sat next...to me, and I leaned over and touched his face, then lightly kissed his cheek.In the last few months we had resumed a tentative friendship. He was actually dating a nice girl, and she thankfully was not the jealous type. We even met at the Student U for lunch sometimes, and once when he was refilling our drinks I asked her how she was dealing with his. .She, who is my mother, was sitting on the couchreading one of her many romantic novels, oblivious tomy pain. Before I get into my problem allow me todescribe what has been torturing me for the past fiveyears: My mother is what I would call cute and pretty.She's a natural beauty who never needs more than alittle make-up to enhance her beautiful hazel eyes orher plump, red lips. Her straight, chestnut hair hasblonde streaks which makes her look younger than herforty-one years.The best part of. " Homer said, finally putting down the paper. "I had to spend three days with some big white dude who thought he was Randy Jackson!" The school bus pulled up outside as Homer spoke, before honking twice."Oh well, mistakes were made, lessons learned, no harm no foul. All that good stuff." Bart stammered as he stood up making for the front door. Marge stopped him and walked directly up to him, eye-eye with her son."It's gone too far now Bart. I'm going to have to give you a punishment that sticks. The muscles of his torso spoke to a life of manual work or strenuous physical activity. A towel was thrown over his shoulder and his suspenders hung down over his thighs. He had his boots off and his feet were bare.Billy was obviously telling a joke. He kept stopping to laugh and that made James laugh too. They seemed at ease with each other and that went a long way to making Leanna trust him. Billy, despite his disability, was an excellent judge of character and not constrained by tact - he.