"Mark, I really want you to come over for dinner, we need to talk," my mom said. "I ... I need some company. It's been really hard, since your dad die...." Yeah, okay," I replied and looked over at Antsy. "Mom wants us over for dinner, tonight. She sounds lonely."Antsy shrugged. "I guess we should." I could see it in her eyes, she'd rather be fucking me. I'd rather be fucking her, too, but mom needed us."Okay, mom, we'll be there around five. Love you, mom."Mary was dressed, some unflattering. I jumped up and straddled his thighs as I undid his belt, the snap, then the zipper. I reached in his boxers and took out his hard cock.“I’m so sorry, my baby. I need you to be with me. You can come to my bed anytime you want. I will take care of you in any way you want me to. I need you to touch me. I need you to make love to me. Can you do that, my love? Can you hold me at night? Touch me, be my lover. Will you sleep with me and let me wake up next to you?”“Yes, Mom. I can do that. How can I. There will be cameras. Paparazzi intervention was inevitable. And, as it happens, necessary. I just need to think of someone I know locally...” She took another drag, her eyes widened.“Boris,” Helen whispered almost reverently. “I have one more call to make to set everything up, then we can go. Have you had lunch yet?”“Not yet.” Julie admitted.“Right.” Helen nodded. “What’s the most expensive place in town? We’ll start there.”“Metropolitan Grill‘s open.” Julie said, taking out her emerald green. We'd only really just gotsettled in our new home that was larger and had space for a baby, butnow I wasn't being paid any more we couldn't afford it on her incomealone. We'd got terse with each other, apologised, argued and apologisedagain as we went over our finances but the answer was simple: if Ididn't find another job fast we would have to move out."What about Marcus?" asked Abbie as we sat in front of the TV. Ishuddered. I'd been trying not to think about Marcus since the incidenton.