Her back was facing towards me as she prepared the plates in the kitchen, and so I walked behind her and gave her a big hug, cupping her breasts in my...hands. "I've missed you," I playfully whispered in her ear, before kissing it."Oh, stop it," she said as she jokingly slapped my hand. "I'm your mother. Not your girlfriend. Okay?"I gave her another kiss. "I know, but I've thought about you all day."She picked up the plates and put them on the dining table, smiling. "Believe me, I've thought. "I explained my dream of having a roadhouse and thought that this would be an ideal location. It was far enough away from competition but would be a good spot for truckies who didn't like trying to find parking space in towns. There was also the traveller who wanted refreshments en route."Your idea seems a bit of a gamble son, do you have any experience in this type of business?"I gave him a brief rundown on my background and he seemed impressed. "You have apparently put a lot of thought into. Not all of it. Mostly I just saw that shotgun pointing at us, threatening us, and I thought right, just eliminate the threat. If he'd tried to fire after I fried his gun it would just have blown up in his face and we'd be OK." See, now, that's civilian thinking," said Antonio. "You see a gun, you worry about the gun. But a military mind recognizes that the gun ain't no more than a tool, no different from a shovel or a hammer. It doesn't shoot by itself any more than a shovel digs or a hammer. Leon pushed her away weakly, but she persisted. "Trust me, you're going to want this open at the very least."she said, prying the buttons apart. He stopped fighting her as the worm's weight pushed down on his back, and he had to use both hands to stop from face planting. Done with the shirt, Tia backed up as the worm finished mounting Leon. He looked at Tia, a mixture of confusion and desperation on his face. Tia rolled her eyes. "Oh, you're going to be fine." She chided him. "We made it.