Dan’s analysis was right-on–this guy was a lecher. So what, I’d cope. An older woman, mid-to-late forties, I guessed came forward. A closer age...estimate was impossible as I could see that she had definitely made the acquaintance of plastic surgeons. Parts of her were out of synch. Her high, pointed breasts and wrinkle-free neck belonged on a much younger woman, but her aging hands spoke the truth. She was impressive, though, with her shoulder-length, blonde hair in a sleek page boy, her slim. My mum seemed shocked for a second or two then remarked what bought that on. That’s when I told her that the books were good and I had learned a lot, telling her she wasn’t getting the compliments she deserved and thanked her for trusting me with her books. That’s when she said well your right I don’t get anything from your father. I said Mum can I ask you something very personal. She looked at me and said spit it out what do you want? I repeated my question as I was embarrassed but wanted to. She knew what she needed People just don’t change. She needed him. She just needed this man, she decided. Regardless if it wasn’t her husband and especially if it was someone like Harold who is one of her husband’s best friends where he works, she knew he would be perfect for this venture. He could be soooo darn sexy. He was so darn ideal she told herself as a smile emerged upon her face. He could easily swoop down and lift her up off her feet and she’d easily lay with him while the two kissed. I slipped carefully and quietly into bed, not wanting towake my wife and have to listen to one of her tirades onspending too much time on my computer and coming to bed solate. I settled between the bed covers and as soon as myhead nestled onto the pillow I was fast asleep.The electronic buzzing of my alarm clock shocked me awake,as usual, and I reach to turn off the annoying, droning din.I reach out, but I miss the clock and it takes a secondfurther reach to make contact. This seems strange.