”“What?”“Get in here. You put it on, now you get it off!”“Oh, ok.”I scrambled to get my pants and shirt off.“Leave those on,” Mom ye...led when I pushed my underwear down. “What are you thinking?”I nodded, acknowledging my silliness. Mom pulled the shower door wide open and I stepped in behind her. She reached behind herself to hand me the soap and a wash cloth. I was staring at Mom’s bare ass, the one I had groped the night before and pounded my poor little dick all night over. Naked, it was. It had been a long night of drinking and drugs and it was a great night. but then becky got into a fight with some girls ( i never did find out what it was about) but anyway she wanted to go home.Our train wasnt till 7pm the next day and here we were at 1am in the morning in the middle of a city that we didnt know dressed like whores, (becky in a black seethrough dress and black bra and knickers and me in a tight white vest and demin skirt and high heels, i forgot my underwear that night).We. I would also need to remind her that I slept on the couch if any questions were asked. I planned to head most of those off by giving Kathy a quick tour (with two rooms, there was no other kind of tour) and pointing out how I had to adapt to having a child here. I would also mention a hope to add a second bedroom in the future or at least get a good sleeper to save my aging back.Anita came out looking as lovely as ever; I never tired at looking at her beautiful little body. She headed towards. Siza was very unhappy but in her own way she knew how to do denial just as well as I. She refused to let herself accept my leaving as anything but ordinary. It was like I was just going to be gone for a month or so.My grief was just piling up. There would no more fun, or skinny dipping, or Siza pulling me around by my penis. There was no more.It was decided as well my sister was leaving the island to return to our home in the Pacific Northwest. She said she felt lonely. Apparently my paradise.