And now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the g...ease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road. I heard some conversations going on outside.Dad: come on, all will be coming in this kind of dress onlyMom: No good woman will wear these kinds of dress and come to a public party.Dad: ho, don’t act like a village girl… we are in the city wear even woman drink, smoke and consume drugs as much as men do. You are just going to wear this dress. What’s wrong in that?Mom: I am not like those girls who party all the time. They do everything for their looks only. They go to gym, stay slim, go to. I slide my tongue down the back of your neck and gently rub my goatee on the back of your shoulders while stopping every inch to kiss them passionately. I slide my hand from your waist up to your shoulders trying to ease the tension on your back. I stick my tongue out and make sure it is wet and slide it from the middle of you neck all the way down to your lower back. I lean over and grab some rubbing oil I have stashed on the side of the bed and quietly open it up. I then slowly allow little. That's the difference. Thank for the coffee, I'll see you around."Ava was in the house when Paul got home the next day."Paul, I'm sorry for what happened. It was my fault." No Ava. It was both our faults. We aren't good for each other. We need to be away from each other." Paul, I love you." No you don't. You don't know how to love. I'm not sure I do either anymore. Neither of us will learn if we stay together." Why are you being such an asshole?" It appears that it is my natural state. Call it.