Her assumption was that her son was eventually marry some slut from the newspaper – they were plenty of them. Ten days after Linda’s triumphant re...urn home, reported ad nauseam in the women’s pages of the ‘River City Messenger’, Bud was having lunch alone in the River City Café. Linda came up and greeted him warmly, they’d spent much of their early children and teenage years together. ‘May I sit with you to have my lunch?’ Linda asked, expecting the usual thrilled response. ‘Oh, if you wish,’. Taking two steps forward i grabbed her throat, using my bulk to lift her tippy toes - an impressive feat considering the size of her heels. Pinning h against the wall i growled "You dirty fucking slut" Pardon?" My mother said shocked, her voice different.My brain clocked this, her voice, her eyes were awake. She was getting off on this rough treatment."You slag" i told her, "when i wanted porn i could have just watched you, couldn't i?" Yes love" she replied, her arms snaking around my broad. All of those controls, levers, switches, knobs, buttons and plugins are in a space as long as my arm from elbow to wrist, about eighteen inches high and I have to be able to grab, turn, lift, push or plug the right one in the DARK!! WITHOUT LOOKING! and that's only the left side console.There are as many on the right side and the important ones are in my face! I'll never get it right. What ever happened to kick the tires, light the fires and buckle up?The Chief says he's located a simulator for. We quickly changed into the slouch clothes we preferred when hanging out in my place - old jeans and a Mets tee-shirt (from the days before the appropriately named Third Strike, which was when I joined about 20 million other people and completely gave up on Major League Greedball - but, I digress), and Gina in a long, faded, yellow Road Runner™ sweatshirt and panties (black). It was while changing in my bedroom that Gina made the observation about Christine.Gina: "What was she doing with.