He wasfit and had a handsome face. He had long dark hair that sat a fewinches below his ears. He was soft spoken and and had a gentle, almostfeminine ...ature. He was very easy to listen to. He was also halfJapanese which I thought was wonderful because I love Japaneseculture.A few nights ago, he gave me his phone number, asking to meet me inperson on a date. He was really sweet and romantic. His email readlike a love note from the heart. I felt so flattered but I didn't knowwhere I stood as far. Every night I'd watch mum get dressed after a shower in her room, now me being a sick fuck I would drool over her hairy fanny & hot body, even during the day she'd wear bike shorts & tease me with an awesome camel toe ( I got in trouble 1 day for rubbing her fanny while she bent over in front of me). In the middle of summer I would walk into mums room in the middle of the night naked & rock hard & stare at mum with only a singlet & knickers on. 1 night I just had to, so with her back to me I. " * Sunday stretched ahead endlessly. Michael's mother visited, bearing the inevitable box of chocolates. He had intended to tell her about the split-up with Tina, but his ex- had got in first."You're well rid of that one, dearie. I'm sure you can do better." But before Mrs Reynolds could provide chapter and verse on what, precisely, 'better' might be, the buxon Nigerian Ward Sister appeared to collect the tea things.Across the room, Mr Scargill rambled incoherently about the Tory government. I offered to sleep on the floor but Mario said "No" and told me to hop on the bed while he reached in the mini-frig in his room and two tall-boy Ice House beers. I felt around, finding a clear spot on the bed, and curled up on the edge facing away from the middle of the bed, leaving as much room as possible for Mario on the king sized bed. I didn't get under the sheets because it was too warm and humid and if the power came back, I could quickly exit. I could hear Mario slowly lumbering around,.