The apron was now rather grubby, partly from work, partly from rubbing upon the kitchen table top. Rosalie regarded her with the sternness of a Victor...an housekeeper... a role she had slipped naturally into! “I mean,” she said, “that I believe you were trying to curry favour by pretending you liked being fucked by Mr Havers.” “She wasn’t pretending,” interjected Havers with a grin. “Leave this to me, Mr Havers, please,” said Rosalie with mock severity. “Were you pretending or not, girl?” “I.... I made note of the clearing for future reference and headed home. I kept a close eye on mom after that. I tried to figure out who the man was. I could not find any info so I decided to hack mom's computer. I found out she was using one of those "married but have an affair" websites. She had a whole thing on there telling stuff about herself and what kind of sex she likes and even naked pictures. I was even able to read some of the communication she had with the men responding to her profile.. She just nodded her head and ran to her mother. I stood and walked to the car behind them. On the way home I stopped at a taco truck in the down town. From the taco truck I picked up three stuffed tacos and three stuffed burritos. It seemed to be a well balanced meal to me. Hell they had lettuce on the tacos, I thought.Thursday night and Friday mornings were uneventful. Before the two of them left for the day, they both gave me a hug.“I’m going to miss you guys,” I said to them as they walked. I came to a halt.“You OK?” I worried.“Let’s get going!” She bongo drummed my ass with both hands. I shrugged. Smile for Dakota. Took a step towards the palisade wall. I frowned.“Who do I talk to to call for a cart?” I asked Ellie’s round butt.“I can call the cart from here.” Dakota announced picking up a phone from under the lip of the bar.“Awesome.” I said as she dialed in three numbers. I had an idea, a bad idea. Bad, naughty, what’s the difference? “No kiss goodbye?”“Always,” she swayed over.