I used the smarter than smart phone to call for an automobile reservation. I had waited too late to get the car of my choice, so I had to take a crapp... mid-sized Chevy. "So, if you will give me a call at noon tomorrow, I should be able to give you the exact pickup time?" The clerk asked."The car isn't on your lot now?" I asked."No we have two being turned in tomorrow morning. People will be flying out to get home for New Years," he informed me."But you will have the car for me, right?" I. After all, I did know how she felt. I wondered if I looked anything like that when I'd been taken care of. Right then and there I made the decision to cut mom all the slack I could.The ride home was pretty quiet until we turned onto our street and then I reached over and touched mom on the arm and said:"Just don't hurt daddy."She smiled at me and I saw a tear in the corner of her right eye. "I won't baby, I promise and thank you baby. Thank you for understanding."Dinner was my favorite – liver. There were six of them, but their muskets were neatly stacked on the far side of the barnyard. One staggered from the circle and lifted a jug to his mouth while three men pulled the girl back toward a tree by her long hair and thin arms, and another managed to rip away most of her shift. Her young breasts were high and pink-tipped, her pubic hair a tidy triangle.My antique pistol was loaded so I primed my musket after tamping down its load of buck and ball and set my broad bayonet in place. I. ”“That’s my boy. Now, here we go. Maybe you should just take off that shirt. It’s just getting in the way.”I tentatively lifted the shirt over my head and put it down on her desk. I suddenly felt very naked and very exposed. I could now see however, what my mom was up to and as I looked down, I noticed a lot of cleavage as the front of her blouse fell way because she was leaning forward a bit. The site of the top of her lush breasts was beautiful and I had to look away because I was afraid of.