I took her arm to lead her into the living room butended up carrying her; as when she passed the prone Jim she gave him themost vicious kick in the bo...locks, which made me wince, the reason Icarried her was that she was ready to carry on in the same vein.I got her into the room and found out that the blood was not hers butJim's and that apart from a lot of bruises and bites and her pride andconfidence being destroyed she was not really hurt. However I knew shewas fragile so kept an eye on her. I’d never seen her tease like that. It almost seemed like she was flirting with me.“Oh, good,” she said. “For a minute there I thought I’d lost my touch.” Mom pulled me into an embrace. Her belly was hard up against my boner. She looked at me expectantly as if the next move was mine but I was too shocked to move.“Take her,” said the strange voice in my head. What? I couldn’t believe what I’d heard but I didn’t have time to worry about that. Mom was rubbing her pelvis against one-eyed Jack and. She met me at the door with a kiss wearing a demure dress. It was just above her knees and was fuller cut. She still looked great. She gave me a quiet smile. “I thought this dress would be more appropriate for church.”I grinned. “It is more conservative.” I followed her into the kitchen where she had breakfast things laid out. She finished cooking breakfast, I prayed, and we ate.We finished our meal and Beth quickly cleaned up. She looked at me. “Marie is off on Sunday and Monday. I try not to. "That you are really an Arab pretending to be white?"Silence fell across the whole restaurant as all the other diners waited for his response."I have never made any secret of the fact that my mother was English and my father was Kobekistani," he said."Well we don't want any part-blacks here," she declared, "Australia is for the whites, especially the better restaurants." In that case, may I offer you a lift anywhere?" he said, "Since you are one quarter Aborigine yourself."If the restaurant had.