“Shut up!” Vegas replied. “No,” I replied, “I’m serious.” “Put a finger in it,” Vegas replied. “A finger won’t do,” I whisper...d back. I could see the bushes move in the moonlight. A young face painted in camouflage peered out and in my direction. “Who da fuck is there?” Vegas whispered. He was not more than a few meters across the rocky trail from me. “Your dream girl,” I whispered. “Fuck you dream girl,” Vegas replied. “I ain’t getting busted for no piece of ass.”Piece of ass? I thought to. “I’ll give it you back on the way out.” “Oh sure. Yeah, no problem.” The fake posh accent had dropped now that Linda and Lucy were bosom buddies, so to speak. “You can have a feel of my tits and see what you think,” Lucy enthused. Linda was careful to keep her thoughts to herself as Lucy stripped and exposed two of the most amazing breasts she’d ever seen. “Snap,” Lucy said, and Linda was amazed to realise that all four breasts lined up in the mirror did look alike. “What size are you?” Linda. Mom surprised me, "You are some horse trader, Son. I listened to all of that and you were really straight with that man. I suppose you could buy your family lunch at the Kitchen with all that money in your pocket." Hang on; I have to call Leo Toll to tell him I got more than his final bid." Toll was disappointed, but he understood how bad the Wilsons wanted a camper.I told Mom, "Let's go see how the girls are doing."Mom said, "They're done. They sold everything they brought in the first hour we. She always asks about what I've been doing, sometimes a bit too inquisitively for my tastes. That was a problem when I was younger, but I think our newfound sense of closeness is a wonderful thing.The bus ride takes its time, but there's only a short walk from the stop to my mother's apartment. We don't hug or anything when she opens the door, we have never been like that. We just greet each other. When and mom asks what I've been doing and how I've been feeling, my answers are reserved,.