Not what you think," she stammered making a last ditch effort to head me off. But it was already too late for that."Oh? And what should I think?" I as...ed her. "You've been sleeping with our son, or should I call it what it is? You've been fucking him, and he you. How long Maxine? How long?" You don't understand," she tried once again, weak in the knees now as she almost stumbled reaching out her hand to grab the back of one of the kitchen chairs, almost missing it, latching on, and then. He thought about his aunt and uncle-to-be. He wondered if Derek actually knew. His phone rung. It was Isa. He forgot to call her that day. "Shit," He cursed.“Juanito.”"Titi. I can explain. I had practice..." Juan got interrupted that day."I don't... wait, what?" Isa said."Football practice. I made it as a walk on." Oh, mi sobrino! You better get me tickets!" Isa said."But, you don't know anything about football though..." Shut up, " Isa laughed. "You could teach me." I wanted to tell Derek. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Sasha re-established her contact with me, slipping her arm undermine.I didn't’t think her bold and brazen move was a sexual advance, pushing the possibility to the back of my mind, but I could tell her closeness was by intention and design.Sasha sported a very short one-piece pink jumpsuit-like ensemble that showed off plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage. Coupled with her straight long black hair that reached to the bottom curve of her lower back, Sasha. I took the leave from myoffice and reached my home. There he hugged me tightly like real brother andstarted crying with complaining why I didn’t informed him about sudden demiseif my mother. I was speech less on that time.Any way then I insisted him to stay at my home and he readily agreed. Hecommented on my wife, that you have got really a beautiful wife, I took is incasual way and thanked him. In night he took permission with my wife that my wedrink together, if she doesn’t mind. My wife does.