“Can I tell you a secret before you continue, dear?” “Of course.” She leaned closer and laced our fingers. “I’m bisexual.” That shock...d me. I’d never thought that about dear Ann. Maybe it explained why she’d been single for so long. An attractive woman like her wouldn’t normally be alone. “You are?” I choked out. “I am, sweetie.” She squeezed my hand. “And I do prefer girls, actually.” I felt myself blush. “Oh, well that’s nice to know Ann.” I said with a smile. “Tell me something dear.”. I could tell that she was quite aroused, but I was still shocked that I could be the source, as she had always thought of me like a son. It then occurred to me that she had been thinking of having sex with me. And while I wasn’t exactly sure of what she had in mind, I decided to make the first move. I took her in my arms and responded to her kiss. I slipped my hands down and clutched her buttocks and pulled her to me, then said, “Oh ‘Mom’, with Jeff not around, it’ll mean more time for us to. I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the summer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how "Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck. But she is with the angels now," they told her. "She was in a happier place." And she beilieved it. Economy was rough, society was brutal; I could hardly take. She had taken a few good hits in that brawl, especially near the end. She had an impressive black eye and there were a few other bruises and marks about her body. It was nothing new; Lara had spent more than a few mornings like this, nursing her wounds and exulting that she was still in one piece. She still had memories of her Natla adventure, injecting antibiotics with shaky fingers while dizzy with pain, or stitching up wounds with a sewing needle while miles underground and alone. It was.