"Mom can we talk about last night?" I finally squeaked out."Sure baby," she said matter of factly. "Did you not enjoy yourself?" Um, no quite the oppo...ite," I said. "I can't stop thinking about it to be honest."She put her paper down and took off her glasses. "I've been thinking about it too. Wondering if I went over the line or something."I looked at her intently, not knowing what to say.She sighed. "Honestly I'm surprised something like this hadn't happened earlier. To be honest I've know. I told him he could come here as long as he kept me up all night, Steve looked up at me and smiled. Then I told him I'd see him in a minute and hung up.When my phone friend knocked on the door I opened it and invited him in. Steve was sat in the chair watching telly and I brought my companion in and introduced Steve as my brother who was just staying over that weekend!! With that I went upstairs with him while Steve sat and watched me walking up the stairs, holding hands with him. The guy never. Soon guests started leaving and my best friends left too. John was still sitting in the corner, useless. I was in the hall cleaning up everything and John was just staring at me. I thought to talk to him about what happened between him and mom but then I just kept quiet.John was forty years old. He had no permanent job, no house and no money. Mom told me that he sometimes worked as a bartender in a club, sometimes he played guitar in a restaurant and sometimes when he came home with pockets. It had been three days since that first night together. “ Hey babe, how's it going?” she asked. “ All the better for hearing your voice. I wondered if you were free any time this week?” “ Yeah, I'm free tomorrow night. Why, what have you got planned?” “ Oh, I don't know...a few drinks maybe, followed by me coming back to yours.” “ Why, what are we going to do there?” “ Do you want me to spell it out for you?” “ Yes please,” she responded, licking her lips with anticipation. “ Well....I want you.