Marjorie went over to the Carousel to make some arrangements for us. She won’t be back for an hour or so and I was thinking we could…’ ‘I bett...r not, I need to…’ ‘Suit yourself, I’ve made breakfast for you,’ she replied, nodding over to the table. ‘Well, I’m in kind of a hurry.’ ‘You’ll hurt my feelings if you don’t at least eat something.’ Glancing at the table I noticed some bacon, eggs, juice and coffee all nicely prepared. ‘Well maybe a bit of coffee,’ I said, moving to the table. ‘Okay,. She stood up to give him a hug. ?Helloson,? she said, followed by a ?Thank you? as he held her chair for her.Marty thought his mother looked great. She was wearing a light blueboyfriend jacket, a multicolored top, designer jeans, and classic blackpumps. Her pale red lipstick and nail polish matched perfectly; hersilver earrings, necklace and bracelet were precisely coordinated. Evenwhen his mother was dressing casual, she was always feminine and classy.Thought Marty was male through and. There are right answers and wrong answers. Right answers are truthful. Wrong answers are lies. I only want right answers, not matter what the answer is. No matter how many years go by, I will only ever want the truthful answers, even if they hurt me to hear them. Do you understand?She nodded.Why are you here on the fourth floor of this house tonight?To have sex with you.Is that what you want, or are you doing what your mother wants?Both of us want it.Why do you want it?I want you to give me a. It wasn't. Instead, in front of me was a middle aged woman in a suit. It was immaculately cut. French? She had shoulder length brown hair and fantastic cleavage. She sat opposite me. I saw her skirt ride up, and glanced at the stockings she had on underneath. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes lit up and I thought I detected a glint in her eye, but her glasses made it difficult to tell.I carried on reading. The woman had a copy of the Telegraph out and was doing the crossword. So, not French.