I could see her pupils dilating as she obviously was processing all of this. She then responded."You follow me. I have the baby-seat in mine so my par...nts will be unable to leave without my car. Give me 2 minutes to tell them something."With that she turned and walked back inside. I smiled and went to get my car and pull it to the back of the parking lot and then I opened the car door. In just a few minutes, as promised, she came out the side door, glanced until she saw me, and quickly walked. No, I got pregnant in my second year of college and my folks disowned me. Before I had to decide about an abortion, I miscarried. Everything was downhill after that. Drugs, booze, smoking, hanging out with bikers. The whole miserable business.’ I had her hand and was kissing her knuckles. ‘If you could do what you wanted, what would you do?’ ‘I don’t really know. Would you like to have a livein girlfriend while we figure that out?’ I picked her up and went to our favorite spot on the sofa. I. “It’s all good,” he answered good naturedly.I was happy that he understood.“So you’re not married?” he asked.“No,” I replied, “Not yet.”Sam and I had a good relationship, but it had not progressed to the point of solidifying it. We had our ups and downs.“Well,” he replied, “If you ever want to have a drink, just look me up."He handed me a business card. I studied the card. “John Sweeny, Attorney-At-Law.”“I might just have to share a drink with you,” I shot back. He was a few years older, with a. My only cognizant thought raced to the movie What Women Want with Mel Gibson, the scene where his character is in Helen Hunts' character's office, where he is reading her mind, and he catches her staring at his crotch. Of course, it is a funny moment. Then it hits me like a rock, my mom has been caught staring at my crotch, with a hard, 9-inch cock dangling, coated with cunt juices, and it is locked in her minds eye. God, I wish I could read her mind!At that instant, my world exploded. Or is it.