‘I know where you were!’ I told her, as she took another step closer. ‘I know where you go—to that bar. I know you go with him. I know what yo... do!’ ‘John, you need to put the matches down and we can talk,’ she spoke again and took a few more steps towards me, her eyes flickering towards the matchbook. Her voice was soothing. Despite how it might have looked, I was no loony. I knew everything. I knew she was involved in a particularly torrid affair with a doctor from the hospital where she. The driver was initially a bit taken aback when he realised, that she knew, he was ogling her breasts. His lecherous eyes almost popped as she slid across the seat, then consciously dangled her high heel momentarily as her skirt slid up her thighs, allowing him a perfect view of the luscious valley between her thighsHe was then well aware of our little game and just silently mouthed "Fucking hell" before enthusiastically offering us his card should we require a ride back. In all fairness the. " It was an insensitive question, Ms.Patrick, but necessary. When did you first have sex with your father?" I would prefer the term, 'making love'," she said icily. Her features softened immediately, though, and she continued in a friendlier voice. "We were stuck on the road while coming back from a family function. It was over seven months ago, if my memory is correct." Was it pleasant?" Very!"I was expecting Hammonds to get up any moment now and object quoting irrelevance, but he just sat. Later, my Mom called to me saying, "Hey, sweetie. My back hurts, would you please give me a massage?" That was very unusual, since my Mom doesn't usually ask for massages from anyone, but I guess that's expected since she works her ass off cleaning the house, taking care of us, and having a job of her own. She laid down on her stomach on the couch, waiting for me to give her a massage. I told her, "Sure, Mom. I was bored anyway." I was reluctant at first, but I thought that it would be weird.