I told myself that I had nothing to really offer Tara; and yet, I really liked her a lot.Then one day, as I was setting in the restaurant eating lunch... Tara came up and asked if she could set with me while she ate her lunch as well; and I was more than thrilled!And that's how we started 'dating', I guess you could call it.I found it amazingly easy to open up to Tara, and she and I talked about all sorts of things; sex being one of them. As we talked I just told her all sorts of things about. She'd brought gossip and magazines and never complained about missing her own friends.But she was mother. And there were some things you just didn't share with her. Like gym guy across the way.Mother would've been horrified. Not at the idea of Jody watching him, but the thought that he could maybe see her — like there was anything to see - and would close the drapes.Sammi had devoured every detail, had even gotten a bit excited at the idea of a totally naked, well built, sweaty man almost. . ish, hooker-looking broad to my hostess."I have a client in the other room and he got rough with me so I called the cops ... you better get dressed, honey," she repeated, this time to me.My 'therapist', Brenda, panicked, "Oh, my God," and she ran out of the room, with my money.I began to think how smart I was for not taking off my shoes first, and pulled my pants right back up over my deflating hard on, grabbed my shirt, got the buttons misaligned and took off out of there.I could hear. "They probably had the programs done before the change," I said reasonably. "No big deal, I told Sam to agree to whatever, and they probably didn't want to spend the money to go back to the printer." Mmm," said Camilla in a dissatisfied tone. "Sam shouldn't have bought that one, but I suppose—" It's a lot worse than that, Cam," Marilyn interrupted. "Now look." And she picked up the newspaper, which was open to a review of last night's opening. She shoved it at us and covered her eyes.I grinned.