" Mama does like fried chicken," she said as she snatched the bucket out of his hands and reached in and pulled out a chicken leg."Some of that is for...me too, Puckett," Freddie told her."Mama doesn't share her meat," she said with a mouth full of chicken. "With too many people, so feel honoured, Benson," she added before handing him the leg she just bit off from.Freddie hesitated but took it anyway and took a bite. "It's good chicken."They got some drinks and went into Sam's bedroom to have. .. or so it felt. Yes he would still graduate and go to college, but nothing at home would ever be the same. He could no longer look at his mother without thinking of her with her lover. And, he had now concluded that he was in fact her lover and that it wasn't a one-time thing. For all of his life he had seen her as his mother first and a woman second. Now he saw her as a woman first and his mother second... a woman that he now dreamed about every night and felt sexual stirrings for. It was. Maybe that was what they meant by tension relief? She sat on the idea for a while, but finally, after one of their spats, she screwed up her courage and approached Greg about it. He was doubtful, but he too disliked the argument cycle, so he agreed to give it a try. Since starting, they had developed the whole procedure into a ritual. Greg sat down in the middle of their living room sofa, and Amanda sat next to him. Greg always spoke first. "I love you, Amanda. What are we about to do?" As the. Still staring at the men in the photos the noise of the bedroom door opening startled her,John had returned early from work and caught her in the act. He was clearly angry and demanded to know why she had gone through his private things. He seemed to have no embarrassment about possessing the magazine. Jean was almost speechless with shock at being caught and felt ashamed that she had been looking at the photos .All she could do was confess to being curious about the magazine once she had seen.