Aw crikey — I’ve got that Graham Simpkins in at half past five, haven’t I? Oh joy — I do hope his attitude has improved somewhat to when he wa... on the phone yesterday.”Monica and I spent the afternoon ensuring all our bookings for temporary staff had been filled and confirmed, all notifications of hours, pay rates, check in times, tax docs, etc., had been electronically mailed — and before we knew it, it was 5pm.“I’m off now then, Michelle. Have a great weekend, see you Monday.”“Thanks Mon, you. . of your own son..." Jason gasped through his labored breathing. "Your own son ... is fucking you..."He did not know why he felt the need to say that. Perhaps he still had some vestigial fear which needed to be assuaged. Despite everything making perfect sense, he still remembered the agonizing days watching his mother come on to him and threaten to influence him into sex with her if he did not comply with her wish for him to take the job at the Inn.Now her mind lay open and willing to submit. We made our way down to the party and grabbed a table with a couple of other people on it two couples one early 20's & the other late 60's nice enough people not much to chat about with them there was also a guy in his 30's a big guys about 6.5" and 18 stone ish he was black but he did not look happy to be there, we chatted a bit about football he was from north London a Arsenal fan I'm not much of a football fan myself I asked him why so glum? he said he had been dumped that morning and had to. ’ Caden sat up from the wall here arms were no longer across her chest, instead one was limp at her side and the other as tangling itself in her hair. A tell tale sign of her distress. ‘I don’t want to be your friend, Jon. I don’t want to be your friend, your neighbor, your girlfriend, your secret lover. We aren’t even acquaintances.’ She shrugged, her hand falling loudly to her thigh. ‘I don’t know what you were expecting from this conversation.’ She began walking to the door, slowly, and Jon.