It was my fault, of course. Do you think she’d forgive me?”Him: “Probably she would, although I’d enjoy seeing her giving you hell. Andre, ove... the phone, she sounds as sharp as ever, and as authoritative. I’d give a LOT of money to sit in her class and watch that again, right now!”Me: “Yup, me too. Time passes, Jim, and we can’t ever get it back. But you’re right, and I’ll get the flowers. Different subject, but I’m pretty sure we have a corrupt chief of police, and a corrupt DA. There’s an. ." Mother, I will never tell anyone. I promise!" Maria interrupted her."That is a good thing. I would probably land in jail and you in a home for wayward girls, neither of which would be a pleasant experience."Maria knew she couldn't bear to be separated from her mother now that they were lovers and she swore to herself that she would carry their secret to her grave."When this week is over and I free you, you will have a decision to make. Our relationship will never be the same again. I would. After the death of my husband five years ago, I took care of our company and I was doing a pretty good job. In an hour I had a meeting and I was just preparing myself for the presentation. “Hey Mom,” suddenly my step-son, Drake, entered in the room. “Hi, what are you doing here?” I replied because he supposed to be in the college. Drake was nineteen years-old. He was a very good looking guy. He was tall, had short hair, and for the past few months he had been working out, so he had a nice body. We ate several times in her section and had become friendly and she was very friendly joking and laughing and I think she had figured out that Peg and John were more than friends. Matty is from Brazil and her husband is a bartender on board the ship. We talked and laughed and she once sat her drinks on a table and danced with me. I was getting a little tipsy and Peg and John had disappeared . I was looking around for them when Matty came up and said I think they ditched you laughing and said.