It wasn't really a question and I wasn't going to answer because my voice was going to sound nervous and excited. I needed to be the man she wanted to...spend the night with, not the boy she thought was funny and cute. I led her through the courtyard, along the lit streets of the city centre, to the nice hotel on the corner of the high street. She looked puzzled as we got in the lift and the attendant pressed the button for the forty-fifth floor. We stepped out and I unlocked the door to my. She recalled the last time she came this way, a little over two months ago. When she had followed her sister into a house they both thought was empty. She paused as the memories of fear, pain and pleasure that she felt came flooding back. ‘Are you coming, Randy?’ Carrie-Anne asked as she stood in the middle of the garden. ‘Henry is expecting me.’ ‘Yes,’ she said as she started to walk again. Carrie-Anne ran up to a back door and knocked. A heavy set man with a grizzly beard opened the door and. ”“You’re a wrong’ un, girl; I tell you that for nothing,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.“I’m his mother, for fuck sake!” Jess snapped angrily. “I should be allowed to play with his pudding.”I snorted with derision. “Well, when you put it like that, Jess…” I said sarcastically.She sighed exasperatedly. “I knew you wouldn’t understand. I should never have told you.”Unfortunately, I did understand. Nevertheless, I sat purse-lipped and disapproving while my thirty-eight-year-old girlfriend. Shit! Shit! Shit! Spraying my shorts like a twelve-year-old who'd caught a glimpse of his girlfriend's nipple. How could I look like a suave potential lover for Mum if I did something stupid like that? I apologised quickly, and ran to my bedroom to clean up and get a new pair of shorts from the replicator.I grunted my way through dinner and escaped back to my room as soon as possible. Mum came in, topless, to kiss me goodnight. She didn't mention my 'accident' but just chatted about stuff she'd.