Placing my hand on his back, I forced him to lay over my lap, on his stomach. I clawed at his jeans, pulling them down over his beautiful ass, inhali...g sharply. Small goosebumps were beginning to form on the boy's smooth bare bottom. I placed my hand on his skin, gently, letting him get used to the feeling. Then, without warning- SMACK! His cry resounded through the entire house. 'Shut up,' I hissed. I grabbed a wad of kitchen roll from the work top and crammed his mouth full of it,. Two days later I got up early to wrap mums present up for her 44th birthday, as a treat I had decided to give her breakfast in bed alone with her present, I looked at the clock and thought that she should be stirring in her bed, I made tea and toast and put it on a tray with her present and made my way up stairs, I was just about to knock when a though came over me, quickly I put the tray down and went to my bedroom, took out a dicky bow tie and put it on, as I got to the door I thought about. “I believe I have. She made Kate Hudson’s dress for the Grammy’s last year, yes?” “She did.” Ginger’s chin lifted. A smile hinted at her mouth. “Your mother is an amazing artist.” His wife’s lips curved into a smile. “She is.” “Ginger, I’m terribly sorry, but do you mind if I steal your husband for a moment to talk business? It won’t take long.” Sunlight peered through the window and caught the glint of her white teeth, making Tamara’s permanent smile flash. She glanced at Brad before her. I got a taxi and in my best female voice, I asked him where I could go have a couple of drinks. He drove for only a few minutes and stopped in front of a nightclub and told me it was a popular place. I got out and walked into the club. I was sitting at a table by myself having drinks and watching the crowd when two men sat down and asked to join me. I said sure and they sat down. They bought several rounds of drinks and made small talk. They complimented me on how I looked. That made me feel.