She was now wearing a satin nighty. Although it was a pretty normal one, she didn’t have these kinds before.Me: Wow, mom! Is that new?Mom: oh! Ya. Y...ur aunt bought me a few. I don’t really know if it suits me.Me: You look so ho… beautiful in that mom. You don’t have to worry about anything.Mom: Ho? What’s that? And thank you. But you are just saying that because I’m your mom.Me: My tongue just slipped. That’s all, mom.Mom: Did you mean to say hot?I blushed.Me: Yeah, sorry.Mom: I’ll take that as. Stretch her tattered heart any further and she would certainly break. Jackson would be here in the morning, the time for debate and waffling was over. He was the nearest her child had to a father and he deserved to be in their life, in her life. Their petty squabbles seemed oceans away, and she’d seen him over and over the apologies falling from his lips like shining coins. His days of drinking and his many affairs were over, he’d assured her, hell she’d even been accompanying him to his. "I thought I had another name before that but suddenly that other namewas lost and I knew then that my gate was the only gate in the row offences between the park and the housing estate where I lived. It wasstrange how I had never thought of that fact before, but right then Iknew that I had always known this. I knew I was the gatekeeper. I knewmy role had been to warn the town of danger and to control who went inand out of the gate.I had been appointed this role.I had stopped her kind before. ‘Mary!’ Angela said, ‘You look wonderful! I must say you certainly look very mature in your birthday clothes.’ Glances were exchanged, but nothing was spoken. If Angela were puzzled, she did not say so. She may have known of Arthur’s affair – but no longer had any grounds to complain. Mary sat next to Angela and me. The old lady’s cunt had hardly more that a few sparse tufts of gray, wiry, pussy hair. I reached over and fingered her sloppy wet slit until she came, accompanied by stifled cries.