Tim, thank you for all you do for me. I am going to take Kaycee and see if we can get some sleep.”Mom still looked concerned, “I hope you do, dear... You look wiped out.”“I’m fine, mom, really. I’ll see you in the morning.”Helen touched Kaycee’s head and started for the sliding door, it was part way open when Mom called out to her, “Honey? I really like that.”Helen stopped, turned and gave her a puzzled look, “You like what?”“You calling me ‘mom’. I really like that.” She took me into her arm as. "Is Monique drinking?" Alex asked."Champagne, of course," Greg replied with a bit of a smile. Samantha was beginning to think there was more here than met the eye, but she was not sure exactly what it was."Of course. Two glasses should suffice then, Greg, when you get a moment, and probably another bottle. Dare I ask, but has she been cooking?" he said this last in a stage whisper and Samantha looked at him."No, I have managed to keep her out of the kitchen today," Greg responded in a similarly. I could use your help." Sure. Tomorrow too soon?" Nope. What time?"He shrugged. "Ten o'clock. Should be warm enough then."I nodded. "See you at ten," I said and headed back to my car.The message light on my phone was flashing when I got back to the apartment. It was Felicia and she had some news for me. If it had been urgent, she knew to call me on my cell, but since she left it on the home phone I assumed it wasn't critical. I would call her after I had washed up, fixed myself a Scotch and. I should think so,' replied Cheryl as she was pulling her tight skirt on over her hold up stockings and thong.'He's also on a bursary and if it is true he would have to leave the school,' she added.'Do I know his parents?' the headmaster asked.'Parent, he lives with his mother. A one parent family.''What's she like,' asked Adam a thought twirling through his mind.Cheryl could see where this was going and painted a glowing picture of Ms. Johnston. 'Slim blonde in her early thirties. I've met her.