We fell down together on the blanket and just spent time holding, caressing, and kissing as we talked quietly.Evening found us back in the cabin enjoy...ng a beef hash and more of Julia’s bread, all washed down with more of her friend’s wine. After dinner, Julia had some things to do so I went out and settled on the Muskoka chair in front of the cabin. As I watched the sun go down, my mind was a muddle of thoughts about the past twenty-four hours.I had never had such a wildly erotic good time. “You don’t have to do that, Ron!” My mom insisted that he not, as he pushed his lawnmower into our backyard.“Please, Ms. Jackson this is no problem for me!” He started up his lawnmower and proceed to mow our lawn. “Besides, what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help out a single mother, and her son.” He waved to me as I stood at the door. Not returning his gesture, I turned around and went back in.I went to go sit in the living room when my mom came in and handed me a cold bottle of. So, armed with his degree in electrical engineering, he wanted to throw himself into the job. He had no siblings and his parents were only children. Still, the funeral had been well-attended. Country folks like to pay their respects in different ways than city folks and the kitchen table was groaning under the weight of the cakes, pies and fried chicken that the church ladies brought by. Strangely enough, they always seemed to bring their daughters/grand-daughters/nieces by. The men came over,. Sure, there were all the girls he fucked in college. Most of them did it cause they wanted his money. They were also the reason he was able to pass his classes. If they did not want his money they were so desperate to have a handsome boy pay even a modicum of attention to them they were willing to give him their notes, and their pussies just to help him out.Just like his dad he never respected women, and probably never would. They were there for a few things and that was it. He knew his mother.