She met his snide gaze, shoving her own cup to and fro in demonstrative calm. After assuring himself of his mates’ attention, he scoffed loudly. ‘...ow’s the Red Mountain doing? Your people still coughing up ash?’ ‘How’s your fight for independence doing? Your people still taking it up the arse from the Empire?’ So thoroughly her instant and sharp repeat dumbfounded him that the storm of his anger rose only long moments later. But eventually it rose, and fierce. To be ridiculed in front of his. The next couple of years were probably the happiest I can remember. Mum was overjoyed that I had sorted myself out and seemed to be acting sensibly again, but I noticed that she had started to pour herself a glass of wine as soon as she got in from her shift at the hospital, even at breakfast time, and there was always at least one wine bottle often more to put out with the rubbish most days. Money was still a problem, Dad had not paid the mortgage for months before he left and had max’d out. She had never been with a man so open, so fearless in his willingness to express himself in this manner before her hungering eyes. This was certainly a new experience for her and one she had only imagined in her fantasies over the years. She never expected such a joyous treat to avail itself to her, not ever. She used her free hand to follow his example, his lead, and returned to her own manipulations and pleasuring. She carefully watched for cues from him, and was relieved to see his smile and. Not only that but he possessed experiences he never had before. No real memories of these experiences but he knew things that he could not explain."I went to bed the other night and started thinking about my future," he started. "My life sucks now and if I don't change the things I can, then the rest of my life is not going to get any better."His mother looked at him quizzically before asking, "and what brought this on?" I finally realized what you and Dad have been telling me all along. I need.