He couldn't wait for his father to leave. As far as he was concerned, there was no doubt in his mind he would have his mother again. But Tommy wanted ...ore. He wanted his mother to come to him for sex and to see if she had a slut hiding inside her.Tommy began his campaign two days before his father's departure. He waited until the evening when his mother and father were watching TV. Tommy was in the room with them scrolling through Facebook. His father's eyes began to close. That was Tommy's. She downed the last of it and then asked for another. The bartender grinned as he grabbed a fresh glass to pour into. With a sigh, Rebecca turned her attention back to the nearest television and rested her cheek in one upturned hand. On screen, some flashy Washington player swung around in a wide arc in front of his opponent’s net and backhanded the puck smoothly. It sailed over the goalie’s shoulder and the buzzer went off. The player, with a huge number 8 on his back, sailed across the ice. We walk in and I say, “What are you going to do? Let me watch you pee? (haha)” Without saying anything still, he checks to make sure nobody else was in the bathroom. When satisfied, he turned around and looked at me. “Lock the door.” So I did. “What’s going on?” I said. “As much as I’d like to give you a full explanation of how you make me feel and why I have done the things I did, I’d rather just show you.” He came at me with the force of a bull and pushed me against the wall and put his. ‘Because, you have a kind heart…You balance my own wild one. And I have a thing not only for brunette’s but ah green eyed beauties. Some of those girls are way too skinny, I like a girl with curves something to hold onto late at night,’ he whispered as he let his hands fall to my waist as he gripped my hips and pulled me close. The heat of his body against my own caused shivers to run up my spine. I was excited but scared at the same time. ‘I’m not that beautiful,’ I said not daring to look up.