Sharon looked over at Cathy and asked, “Do you think we should interrupt them?”“I don’t know. The appetizers will get cold if we don’t serve...them now,” she answered looking at the tray of egg rolls she was carrying.“How about we pass the tray by them and go off to talk by ourselves,” Sharon suggested.Cathy wondered what they would talk about, but she nodded her head in agreement. Passing the tray in front of Harry and Greg, they barely acknowledged her while removing a handful of the egg rolls.. "Some things are better left to me." Are you criticizing my cooking?" I said, trying to look hurt."Well, no. But I do remember the time you tried to cook a roast," she said with a big smile."It only took a week to get the burnt smell out of the house," I returned."Two weeks." Alright, two weeks. But I CAN cook spaghetti." We'll see... but you get an 'A' for effort regardless." Go get changed, it's almost ready. Here," I added and handed her a glass of wine."This is so sweet Robbie," she said. ‘David Powell,’ I said before shaking hands with all three.‘One more to come,’ Jane said just as the door opened.Hearing no ring or knock on the front door, I assumed this would be Jane’s husband. It was however an extremely attractive young lady, and there was no mistaking the lady bit. Ultra feminine chic that even I could tell must have cost a small fortune. Once again I found it difficult to put an age on her, but couldn’t see her being over thirty, more like mid twenties.‘Ah! My daughter. No reply. “That’s odd,” I thought, “Mom’s usually back from work by now.”I walked slowly up the stairs, jumping over the creaking one at the top when I heard a soft noise that I recognised from somewhere before. It was coming from my mom’s room. I crept towards the door to my mom’s room and carefully pushed the door open a tiny bit. I recoiled in shock at what I saw; my mom was riding on top of a very muscular black man that I had never seen before. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and her.