My guess would be, she’s tall and slender, just like her daughter.”“You would guess right, she and I wear the same size clothes.”“Same size ...ras too, I hope.”“Yes, same size all over. Mom looks good, Eddie. I’ve tried to convince her to date, but she tells me she doesn’t want another man who will only hurt her. I’ll tell her about you, and I know she’ll want to meet you. She’s shy though. She would never do what we’re doing here.”“Would she, if it was just you, her and me naked together?”“I. I didn't bother to respond, but ran into his office instead. There was no need to delay it and anger him more. I knew, by his tone of voice, that I better hurry!I slid to a stop in front of his desk and waited. He just continued to type on his computer, not even bothering to acknowledge me! Fuck, why did he do that! I tried to mask my growing anger, as I had only myself to blame!"You called me, Sir?" I prompted him."Go shut the door. Make sure you lock it. Come back over here and kneel at my. The cop declined my offer to try them with some nasty Billy Idol - you can even hear the sneer.I recalled that the building shook, but this is Southern California so really, who notices? When the “big one” comes it will be too late, and before then it really does not matter.I said, “If the Lord in His Wisdom decides His earth should swallow the latter day Sodom,” (I pointed to Hollywood - there is a big sign so all know where the End will Start), “there is not much I could do about it, is. She complete her outside work, do the farm house work and watch TV and again goes to Garden works which her other friends and Shanti leave the field during afternoon regularly.In the beginning days, whenever I come to farm house after touring fields and from my works, I observe her, she always watch TV, seating in a chair nearby my bed. Sometime she put her nightie up to her thigh. I can have a glimpse of her thigh and when I enter my bedroom she stands up in respect to me, I always ask her to.