Still, the comment surprised me.“Your mom is great but what makes you think she would like me?” I asked as I took a step closer to Kristi in the b...r where she had approached me.She swallowed hard and kind of flushed a little. My senses, already heightened, jumped into alert at this. “Well, um…,” Kristi stammered. “You have both always been friendly.”I took another step closer, admittedly enjoying how flustered she was. “Do you think she would be interested in a big guy like me?” I towered over. .. at the beginning, when you walked down the hallway with the towel in your hand..."Mom always had a way of making a bad situation, into something humorous, as long as it didn't hurt or offend anyone. I knew she was trying to do that now, staying well away from the "I told you so," she must have been thinking. I related the story again, and then we laughed, and cried hysterically as I recounted it, each time seemingly funnier, with Christy dancing around the room, covered in shit, and Bert. “Michaels.” He had a strong but gentle handshake. He wasn’t too bad looking, either. “Not from around here, then?” “Oh, no, I’m just visiting.” She continued to warm him up with some small talk and judicious flirting. She was fairly confident her old charms still worked. After a while, she said, “I’ve been thinking of maybe moving here. I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. The city is so pretty and everybody is so nice. It’s just…” “Oh. The Banes,” Michaels. I can't understand why she was not amused; I thought the pun was hilarious. During supper, the subject of my nom de guerre came up and I was informed that the committee of concubines had chosen Hades, the name of the Greek and Roman God of the Underworld. Their reasoning was that they wanted a name that even the most ignorant crook could recognize the significance of, and, besides, I could fuck like Hell! What could I say to that?I spent an uneventful night on the roof and came down for my.