“My parents are arguing again. I think they are getting a divorce.” “I am sorry sweetie,” she tried to console me, running her hand over my b...ck. “I know this has to be hard for you.” Four years ago, when we were thirteen, Stephanie’s parents decided to get a divorce. They only lived down the street from one another now but it was still hard on her at the time. Now she loves it. If she is not getting along with one parent, she just goes to chill with the other. She thinks it's great this way,. " She stops eating and looks at me."That's very sweet, Nick." She just sits quietly, staring at me as I devour two more stacks of pancakes."What?" I say when I see her lips curl into a slight smile."Nothing," she says smoothly. "It's just not everyday that I have a half-naked man eating breakfast in my kitchen." She smiles and I wonder how far to take this banter."Really?" I ask facetiously. "I bet you could have any number of half-naked men in your kitchen, any morning you want," I say, not. They may not follow logical arguments, but they know when they’re being lied to.”“I’ll do it,” Helen volunteered. “That will allow Fredrick to continue treating you.”“We’ll accompany you,” Taylor announced. “We should be monitoring the situation outside anyway. We can be more productive out there than gawking in here.”“Talk to Goldie,” Leza instructed. “She’s been with me the longest and the others trust her. “She’s an older woman who’s always near me. She took me under her wing, so she’s. " "Now son, remember this, what we do now, must not be told to anyone until I am not alive, but it will be okay to talk about this with certain friends etc, that I may tell you about, apart from that I ask that you say nothing to any else as it's wrong for us to do this, it's called i****t, a mother should not have sex with her own son, some do, but it's i*****l,but if you want to fuck mummy then come on. "Oh yes mum, I want to have sex and fuck with you, I wont say a thing." Now we can fuck if.