’ I looked at the empty bottle and Helen’s empty glass. ‘Should I open another bottle?’ ‘God, have we drunk one already? I can’t drive ...nywhere now.’ ‘Then call a taxi,’ I suggested, going into the kitchen to fetch another bottle from the fridge. ‘The trouble with that,’ she frowned, ‘is that I’ll have to get another one back tomorrow to pick up my car.’ ‘Couldn’t you ask Stan to drive you over?’ ‘Normally, I could. But he’s away tonight and won’t back until tomorrow evening.’ ‘Well,. I..." Jackie, I work as a nurse to pay for this house, buy food, pay for an old car, gas and insurance. But my job is being a mother to you and Mary. It hurts to have somebody who's only known you for 48 hours tell me that you've been hurting and were afraid to bother me by coming to me. I haven't been doing my job. How could you even think I didn't care for you?" Mom, I never thought you didn't care for us. That's why you work such long hours and are tired all the time. Part of my job is to. Like how when they first met, while in the company of adults who were predominantly over-40, that he was the only one who treated her as an equal, as a human being. He didn't parade this 'holier-than-thou' shit with her. He didn't go on like he knew better, or more, just because of his age. He engaged in borderline flirtatious exchanges with her over the course of a few days.He was wild with charisma, and so damn attractive. Many evenings she watched from the corner of the café nursing a. I slowed my stroking, he stopped thrusting in my had and we paused to get our breath.I wanted to blow him and started to lean forward in the chair to engulf his deflating penis, but he pushed my head away and said it was too risky because his shop had a huge storefront window and we would be seen (note: while I was jerking him he had his back to the window so couldn't be seen.He handed me a warm washrag to clean my face and he used one to clean the head of his cock and shaft. He then returned.