It was a seedy part of town. The bars were dumps load with drunken sailors, streets jammed with street whores and many whore houses where sex and d**...s were sold. I love riding through the area, after all it was where I meant my wife.I pulled into the driveway. Five trailers were on the lot. Many times I had been there to purchase pot but always as a male during the day, never as Vanessa. I knocked on the door and was invited inside.The madam was a SSBBW sitting there in a very frilly. I was a brash young idealist journalist when we married; she was a hard-nosed farmer's daughter, and she decided she wanted me, bless her. Her love showed me how to be considerate of other people, and that made me a good editor when this job came up.Jeannette had something of a hard life, being a surrogate mother for an alien child while she was in the RAF, and not even seeing the child when it was born. Then losing her first love to a car crash, and no child from that marriage. It was my Enid. ..atleast just a little. Am I really going to be a cock sucker?"I was wondering when you were going to get up. Did you sleep well?"I looked up to see my mother sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffeeand an ashtray in front of her."No. Not really," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee. "I guess allthe excitement of everything that's happened kind of got to me." I suppose that's to be expected," she said as she picked up her cigarettecase and removed a Marlboro Light. "You've been. During the two year relationship he’d just ended, most of the problems he and Alicia had experienced had apparently been his fault. She’d alternated between turning her nose up at his love of riding and demanding he get rid of his bike. It eventually became just one of the many subjects they’d argued about and the bike finally won out over the woman. Over the past week he’d come to realise the decision had been for the best. Today he felt like congratulating himself all over again. Justin.