She was even my height." Dunno..." And she was going to come over and speak to me.... but I was snogging abloke.... who from her description was Steve...my ex, remember him?"I remembered him all right!I repeated my previous Dunno....."But what do you reckon. I was out in town with an ex boyfriend when I wasan entire motorway away...."Clutching at straws I said the first thing that came in to my mind..."Err...Time-slip...?" What the fuck is a time-slip?" It's someone seeing a snapshot of. Leave it, please.Me: I plead you, mom. I beg of you. Please listen.Mom’s voice got a little damp, and her eyes wet. She said, “Okay, tell me.” In a very emotional tone which was about to cry her heart out.Me: I have seen you with them. I don’t know, but I never spoke to anyone about it. I liked what you did, but I didn’t like you to do with them.Mom: I am sorry. (Crying out slowly)Me: Don’t be sorry, mom. Please listen.Mom: I can’t. I can’t. This is not something a mother and son should talk. The Lodge had a good restaurant so we just sat around and visited until we were ready for our dinner.I’d had a few hints that he was not a typical teenage boy. Now that we could really start talking about each other’s life experience I found out that he was in advanced placements and almost ready to graduate from secondary school with a number of college credits already because of an agreement with his school system and the local community college. He wasn’t sure which branch of science he. Joan never understood my drive to compete on the racetrack, and was devastated by the results of the crash. We were in an intensely sexual honeymoon phase of our marriage. There was a very good chance I would lose that ability. We faced bankruptcy. Her dreams: house, husband, and children, were in ruins. She very nearly left me. She was in no way prepared for life as the caretaker of a paralyzed invalid. I recovered, our relationship continued, but in many ways things were never the same.