Mom's tits were much bigger than Cyndi's but were firm and round with nice nipples. Mom aged so well I couldn't believe it. The gown was complete lace...in front so the clear outline of Mom's breasts showed, making no less enticing the sight of her cleavage peeking out between the laces. The flowy part came loosely down over her hips and legs, all the way to the floor, but was so sheer that I could see the shadow of her fluffy hair between her parted legs. I pictured myself slipping under that. Let him initiate things. I know. And I will,” she said. Her husband nodded and poured himself another shot of scotch.It was Friday; I was shooting pool with my bud, Steve Sherman. He was a driver for MTS. I liked shooting pool with Steve: I almost always beat him.It was almost nine. The band would be tuning up pretty soon. That would be my signal to cut country. I had no interest in chasing any of the ladies that frequented the place, and being an ex-con would always be a turnoff to any of the. ***** Chapter 1 The waffles were just the way I liked them-crispy, buttery, and totally saturated with maple syrup. I didn’t notice the two men staring at me as I single-mindedly dove into my breakfast. At least, not until one of the men slid into the chair opposite me while the other stood menacingly at my side. ‘Is your name Robert Perez?’ he accused. I was taken aback for a moment. How did he know my name? But I supposed there was no harm in admitting what was true. ‘Yes, that’s me. Is there. Their scheme escapes me, like a theme lost among colliding metaphors. My mind conjures theories involving the passengers and I write them on a napkin. Perhaps a crime spree where the perpetrator is released due to doubtful witnesses. ‘I’m sorry, officer, their kind all look the same.’ A haggard district attorney gives a frustrated glance to his watch while consoling a sobbing witness. Between mechanical pats on her back, the witness spits out, ‘How can you decide which one to point your finger.