” John hesitated for a moment, but sat down. However, he was careful to keep a cushion between them. “You’re not old, Mom.” Yvette smiled. “...hank you sweetie.” Yvette patted the cushion next to her again. “Come sit with your mother, baby.” John looked uncertain. His eyes flashed from Yvette’s face, gauging her mood, to her breasts, straining against her top. Lust apparently won out. He slid down the couch, closer to her. Instinctively, his left arm stretched out behind her. Yvette took the. I've not been sleeping well. You look good. How's everything?"Lib said, "Don't try to change the subject on me. You've got to get this under control. How are you feeling? How's your Grandfather taking all this?" You can see that he's very weak. We have him in the best nursing home here; a place where he has a couple of men friends his age who he met last winter. I don't know if he will go back to the City. He's not interested in doing much at the office anymore. I have someone working with him. The next day I interviewed eight variously fat and homely young women and one scrawny tike who seemed to be high on something. Listening to their banal stories was the purest tedium, and I did not appreciate the leer of a grotesquely obese twenty year old. The entire experience had ceased to be fun, until the door bell rang in the early afternoon."Hi, I'm Jimmy," the pretty boy said shyly with a queerish lilt. He was clad in brief shorts and a garment around his chest that left his midriff. They just took him up for emergency surgery. I was on my way up when you got here. Jan, he was unconscious... I got him to the car... left you the note... drove him here... I..."Sheila was almost wailing, her voice taking on tones of hysteria."It's OK. You did great, Honey. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to help. Why don't we go on up to the surgery waiting room." Yes... yes... uh... what?... where?"The lovely blonde looked haggard, worn, her tear stained face showing fear, her behavior seemed.