She was always sweet about me leaving though and never seemed to mind too much, but being only 17, she worried. “Be careful honey, no chug a luggin..., and no chasing tail all night mister!” She would shout from the family room as I made my way to the door after our usual hug and kiss goodbye. “No worries, Mom,” I’d retort, anxious to meet up with my buddies and discuss our night moves. “Love ya, Joe” she’d add affectionately, as I made my way out. As most stories of divorce go, infidelity. My pater's words broke into my dour sour thoughts, “Oh, and I got a call from Schenectady, they need me first thing Monday morning so I have to leave tomorrow morning to catch a flight out to NY. But we'll go out to dinner tonight at your favorite restaurant and I'll be back on Wednesday. Then, how about I take you out to a football game or something, okay? I think your mom has a few other things planned this weekend as part of the celebration, you won't be disappointed.”That was all well. It is important for us to prove her wrong."Dad nodded. "Besides, Fran's and my relationship is in itself 'unusual', wouldn't you say?" I added in a lighter tone."That it is for sure," he agreed and turned the conversation to other matters.Fran's surprise overnight stay may have been the greatest thing that ever happened to me, but it did not go down well with her mother at all - the 'wrong ideas' got even more distorted. When I took Fran home on the Sunday afternoon, we were met with a tirade. The lower half of her legs were soaked, as was her blouse, the water had got down the opening at her neck. I watched as she took a drink of her tea, once the cup was back on the table, I got a front-row view of her breasts. I could see everything, her bra was a white cotton lace, so her nipples could be clearly seen, she saw me looking and I received I kick under the table for staring. Karen tried keeping the blouse away from her chest, even taking it out of her waistband, it worked until she.