.. I will..." You will what, Brad?" If you haven't been out fucking, why are you dressed like a slut? And where is your bra?" It didn't go with this t...p, Honey."She was really into this. I stomped back into the bedroom. I was walking around the bed in a 'frenzy'.I relaxed and looked at her. "Oh, I am sorry, Meredith. Sometimes I just get so upset thinking about you with another man." I know, Honey. Just settle down. Do you really think I look like a slut?" No. Well, I don't know. Your skirt is. "Don't tell me that there's no history between you and that girl," he said as we took our seats."Gladys? She cleans the apartment, does my laundry, and changes my bed. It's a trade-off. I let them use my apartment when I'm not there."He let it rest while we placed our order for sandwiches and coffee."That's one hell of a trade-off. You always come out ahead, don't you?" Not at all, I offer to pay her, but she refuses to take money from me." That kid seems to hold you in high regard." Victor's. “You really, really wouldn’t mind? I mean ... I’m scared. I’ve never ... But Daddy ... I dreamed of him last night.”“Why don’t you find your father, take him to the nursery—no one should be in there—and tell him how you feel. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.” Mom had this smile. “He likes it when I pretend to be your age. I put my hair in pigtails to look like you.”This giddy thrill ran through me. I don’t know why I thought this was wrong. Mom’s words in the bathroom must have been just what I. She was enjoying being a cock loving, unfaithful, slut, I was happy to help her with her repressed fantasies. “I’m glad the work wasn’t too bad this week…what are you going to do this weekend…I think next week will go fast…I’m only scheduled for two days next week…Oh my God…oh no sorry I forgot which days…” (Her Oh my God was not because of forgotten workdays but she recovered well) “Ok, I’m tried too…I’m going to get some sleep…call me either tomorrow or Sunday…I miss you…love you too…bye.” .