“Joy told me you guys were having issues,” Angie remarked. She assured me that she understood that this was a very personal matter.“Look,” Ang...e added, “I know the two of you and I know you’ll work things out, but if you want to chat about it, or whatever, I’m just here to help.”It was her “whatever” that piqued my sense of curiosity. The wink she proffered practically melted me.“So, what should I do?” I asked. “I mean, I know I’m not a stud, but this kind of hurts my man-pride.”Angie. Mrs. Farrow just smiled, “Go ahead Billy, I’ll stay out here and not bother you.”That first time it felt a little awkward getting up from the table and going with Ellen to her bedroom to have sex with her mother a couple of rooms away. After a few times, it did not bother me to go to a bedroom with either one of them while the other was still in the house.Things got a lot ‘hotter’ over that summer. Three or four times a week Ellen would motion for me to come in the house which was a sure sign. Over in the far corner was the little desk and chair, and the comfortable old plush reading chair next to it which they'd moved there five years before when the pitch of school had become more intense. Louise had always needed contact with, and guidance from, others a bit more than Ellen, and she'd been lonely studying in her room. So they'd made an ideal spot for her here, a spot where she could still be at least in sight of others while doing necessary work. It had been a happy arrangement,. From then on we would go to runs together in her car and talk over various topics.One such day, our chat topic changed to my girlfriends and I replied I still do not have one.She replied – why is it so???You are good looking, funny and settled too.Me – I do not know.She – chalo!!! We both will search one for you from now on.What qualities do you prefer???Me – how to tell??? She should be like you.(intentionally)She – is it??? Do you like me ???Me – I meant you are one perfect woman I have ever.