I believed she could probably hear my heart thumping against my ribcage, as though trying to escape. She looked right, away from me, then in awful slo...ness, turned her head back to the left towards me. She suddenly saw me and started. She blinked a few times and tried to focus on me. I stood paralysed as a frightened rabbit as she staggered towards me, peering at me. "Hello. You alright? I'm a bit pissed...!" She slurred, coming towards me. Then as I moved away from the corner, standing. Drying them on the little towel hanging on the oven door."It certainly sounded like you two were having fun last night," mom said flipping pancakes, then bacon."We certainly did, I assume the same is true for you and Michael," I remarked."At least I don't howl like a banshee anymore, like your father made me do," she said as my darling Stacy came in."Who howled like a banshee?" she said looking marvelous again.Mom and I looked at each other, as I said, "Apparently the one thing my ass-bag of a. “Do you know why he attacked you?” I wondered.“Nope. Just came up behind me and clouted me in the back of the head. Knocked me dizzy and on the ground. Then the beating started.”“I don’t get it. Why? What did you ever do to him?” I asked aloud.“No idea,” Tory said, groaning as he tried to lift his shoulder. Sharon stepped up and helped him get more comfortable.“Well, he won’t get away with it, that’s certain,” Sharon said.“I’m not so sure,” Tory added. “There were no witnesses. It’ll be his. My text message said eight thirty and I got myself ready.I arrive at eight thirty, not a minute later, knock on the door and Ellen answers, she’s wearing a lilac basque which zips in the middle and under her bra cups, she’s also wearing a lilac mini skirt and her panties match, her hair is in plaits on the sides.“Well come in, what are you standing there for, if you wanna closer look come inside?” She teases me with her zipper, pulls it halfway down, and I scurry in. “This is my Mom, Eileen,.