“Eat up Mark you need to leave in about 15 min,” my mom (whose name is Martha) said with a slight scowl. “I don’t want another call about you ...etting detention for being late to many times.”“Yes mom,” I said trying not sound to sarcastic. I ate my eggs and some sausage from my plate. I stood and went up to get my bag from my room.As I walked past the kitchen my mom said, “You guys are on your own for dinner tonight. I am working some overtime, and then grabbing drinks with the girls.”“Got it. On top she would most often wear a business-like white blouse with buttons popping across her amazing, large breasts. Occasionally, she would wear very tight vest tops with either no bra or a sports bra underneath.We didn't really speak much, just a nod and a smile of a morning or when coming back from grabbing a coffee in the kitchenette. Her smile was electric though; straight, white teeth and genuine warmth. I fantasised a lot about Georgie. I had more than one wank in the company toilets. I waited until he’d gone and moved along the bar close to Gill. I whispered how D’you fancy having some fun with him tonight. Who Gus Gill replied, he was my physio. Well he knows your body then, Yes but that was a few years ago before I started at the gym and got toned up. Well you’ll surprise him with this awesome body you’ve got now. I’ll go back to the end of the bar, text me I said moving away. Gill text me, I’m going to have a chat and some fun with them. I watched as Gill slid off the. I think,” I wasn’t in any better shape than my daughter but I was older and had more practice.Wait...that’s a lie...I hadn’t been this drunk since...umh...the Custer Shoot...and suddenly I missed David. That set me off. I sobbed. The father of Beck’s sweat-shirted student commiserated, responding with a hug. I soaked his shirt.That resulted in apologies. The apologies led to a suggestion. The suggestion soon led to the idea that maybe sex would help. We had an executive suite at the Boxer; two.