" McAllister paused, aware things seemed preternaturally quiet, as if a great deal hinged on his next words."The Mother offered me assistance, and I t...ink it was for her own purposes and reasons, but I was grateful nonetheless. I recognize my companion and I owe her a great deal. And yet, no party spoke of service to her church."McAllister gently reached out and took the pin from the churchman's seemingly nerveless fingers, and refastened it upon his collarbone."Things ... are not right," the. Let me in!, . . . I’ve seen it all before! . . . I bathed you enough times when you were a k**!” mom said, whilst still groaning.A few seconds later, the door shuddered again and the handle rattled as mom relentlessly tried to get me to let her into the bathroom.It was then I had a thought, a thought so outrageous I couldn’t believe it myself. Here was mom in a right pickle, desperate for the toilet and here’s me with an opportunity to get or coerce mom, if you want to call it that, to be. Once finished she stood back admiring her creation.Walking behind her, I put my hands around her waist. Squeezing her tight, kissing her lightly on the neck. Whispering in her ear, as she pushed herself closer to me. “It looks as beautiful as you.” I complimented her. Turning around, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me towards her. Kissing me on the lips, as we stood there gazing into each other’s eyes. Our lips joined again, this time for longer. Releasing me, she took the tray of. She saved my bacon so many times I can't even begin to count; what's that against holding her hair out of her face while she tries to puke her guts out in the gutter or bail her ass out of the brig when she beats the crap out of five more-or-less innocent longshoremen. Everybody has their burdens to bear and I guess she's one of mine. Hopefully I'll never let her down, but damn-it, she can be one hell of an aggravation!"Daniel," Sara interrupted me while I was reviewing one of the millions of.