I was woken rather early the next morning by my mum barging in the next morning, completely naked; my first thought was “She is going to kill me”�...�Oh my god, Austin, are you alright?” she said franticallyI wiped my eyes and blinked and said “Yeah, fine...why? What’s up?”“Oh my god, I am SO sorry for what happened last night, I mean it was a mistake” she said sitting on my bed “I was drunk, and I was alone, and I thought dad was here, I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise” she began to. And it's open, isn't it? We don't know for sure if Mike is gone for good."They soon discovered they had common interests in their selection of reading for pleasure. He began to seek her out at meal times and they covered a lot of ground; exchanging favourite books, discussing the styles of various authors. When he actually got to the cafeteria before her she came to sit with him. He was surprised how good that made him feel. Increasingly, they were relaxed with each other and even walked. He was about to close the shop when I entered the shop for purchase. He asked whether I require any assistance in selection of dress. I asked to show me latest variety of jeans. He brought a tape so as to check the waist size. He asked me to pull my shirt up to measure my waist. I was not wearing anything under my shirt and I pulled my shirt up to enable him to measure. He kept the tape around my waist and to adjust the tape he brushed his fingers few minutes more than required against my belly. How could I have been so STUPID!But it's alright. No-ones dead, I don't think she's hurt, just I'm very frightened and - very, very cross with myself.We were doing an internal "exam". Well that's what she calls it, although there is not much examination and a lot of fondling. It's so strange to be feeling her up on the inside, so hot and so... well more than sexy, intimate. It's not meat, not cold or dead. This is her hot, moving, breathing slippery insides I have my hand in, and she can feel.