’ Said Troy, looking her directly in the eye. ‘That’s why we have had problems, getting along sexually.’ Looking down, ‘I think that it come... down to trust.’ ‘Hold on a minute! I trust you.’ Joan shot back. ‘I’m just saying, that some people that can live this way, are physically showing a very high level of trust. Wouldn’t you agree with that?’ Joan paused a moment. She was gathering her thoughts, this was kind of making cense. ‘So you believe that Sherry has that kind of ‘trust’ in her. I asked her the reason for dressing now. She said to go to my room as the baby was there. While going she said from tomorrow we will be sleeping in the same room. There is no need of separate rooms. While going she came near me and we kissed for 5 minutes and she went to other room. Next day morning she was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I went and hugged her and asked when she will be going to hospital. She said I have to look for another hospital as I have left the previous one with out. "Randi held her finger up to quiet the young man. "Dan . . . Dan . . . Please . . . Let me finish."Dan quickly shut his mouth, already thinking about how he could talk his way out of this mess."My daughter is very precious to me. And when I allow a young man to visit her in my home, I expect that she will be treated with respect. Do you understand?"Dan lowered his eyes. "Yes Ma'am." Good. Because if I have any suspicion that you are trying to take advantage of her, I will take whatever steps. To the world she was shy and unsociable, and I was the only person to whom she would bare her soul. She dressed invariably in blouse and skirt or short summer dresses. She never wore stockings, tights or trousers nor much make-up, but she liked jingly bracelets and dangly gold earrings. I suppose I was 17 or so when I began to wonder what it would be like to have sex with my mother. It was amusing to imagine how she would react in this or that situation. Would I get my face slapped or would she.