She was now quite close to the car as the couple parted and Susan caught a glimpse of a dark-skinned middle-aged woman and then of what appeared to be...a much younger man.She was now very close to the car when she realised that the young man was her son and, almost in the same instant, that the woman was Amala Gupta, her son's friend's mother. Neither of the occupants of the car had yet seen Susan because they still had their eyes fixed on each other but as Patrick moved to open the passenger. "She settled at the table and folded her casted arms before her breasts, then fixed her moist, expectant eyes on me. I drew a chair, sat beside her and started feeding her. My hand was trembling slightly so the spoon sometimes missed her hungry mouth but I was diligently wiping with a napkin the trickles dribbling down her chin. Several times the spoon clattered on her teeth. I even managed to spill soup on her bare thigh but she accepted it with a smile and simply nodded toward the napkins. It. He had a card table by the window. And that table was literally covered with rows and rows of ticket vouchers of all the winnings he had had that month at the track. There were over $50,000 of winnings on that table…remember this was 1965 or 1966…and you know what? Mister Joe had lost money that month.”Chili blew on his coffee and took a sip. He noticed that Grace’s eyes were watered and were staring into his.“Anyway, I learned later on that Mister Joe had lost everything he had because of. She had yesterday off as to where I had left the house at around six a.m. I had returned home sweaty and tired just before eight pm. She was a sight for sore eyes as she smiled at me. Her blouse tight against her magnificent breasts that I always love to suckle, her skirt White against her skin only hinting at what lay beneath. “Hi honey. Why don’t you get out of those nasty clothes while I get you a beer and then you can get in the shower and we can go. I have made reservations and we.