In fact, I'd barely got my head together by the time she got back to me and wrapped her arms around me again. She rested her head against my shoulder ...nd sighed. "Oh, thank you, Jim. Thank you so much."It was, I think, just a natural reflex to return the embrace and pat her back. I was, however, very aware of her slim body, the softness of her breasts pressed against my torso..."Teri ... d'you want to tell us about it?"Her eyes widened, and she released me and looked around. I confess, I didn't. ‘Stop right there, Mom,’ I said, a little shakily, but I thought purposefully, raising the meat mallet. ‘I don’t want to use this, but I will,’ I added. ‘You put that goddamn thing down, you worthless shon of a bitch,’ she slurred, her lips spewing spittle and her eyes dancing with drunken rage. Snot hung out of her nose and she was panting like a bitch in heat. ‘Don’t you ever think of raishing a hand to me, you ungrateful whelp!’ ‘Stop this, Mom,’ I tried reasoning. ‘Neither of us wants to do. ”Mom gasped, but Dad just rolled his eyes. “What?” she demanded, sputtering.“Mother, stop it. I have emptied the garbage cans around here for a while now, and I have seen the torn foil wrappers. Please, for the love of God, stop treating me like a child. I knew perfectly well what they were for then, and I know perfectly well what they are for now.”“It’s that Jeana girl, isn’t it? She’s the one you’re having sex with. And you wanted to bring her here to my house! How dare you!”This was going. I was in my night suit. I slept late working on my script, woke up a while before. I didn’t comb my hair; I simply brushed my teeth and started my work.I took my eyes off the laptop and scrutinized her with my eyes. She was really pretty. Her big brown eyes bore into me, her nose pointing at me with a constant divine smile in her lips. Her whitish yellow complexion contrasted with pink sleeveless top. She was wearing a white legging bottom. She was definitely past thirty. Presumably early.