She was wearing a tiny miniskirt, one that showed off her flawless legs, and would have to show just a tiny bit of her ass, it was that small. The top...she wore was just as revealing. The plunging neckline showed off plenty of her C cup breasts and left little to the imagination. I was sure if she leant forward enough I would be able to see clearly down her top. As my eyes drank in all the detail, she smiled at me. ‘Hey, took you long enough to get here’‘Sorry, I my mum forgot she had to drop me. A piece of paper I'd never seen before."This is..." she read it with a look of disbelief on her face. "This is my mom's handwriting. It's her address ... Oh my God!"She gasped.I was confused at first. Where did that come from? Then it hit me. The piece of paper Kathy shoved in my pocket before ... the incident. I never even looked at it. And I'm such a slob, I must've grabbed the same old shirt without washing it."Are you ... are you fucking my mom?" She looked at me, right in the eyes.I was. An hour later, we were sitting by the car waiting for the doors to open.I was in clean khakis and the blue polo shirt Jeryl had gotten for me. She was in a short blue dress that almost matched. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but she had done something with her makeup to look very professional despite her age. Kelly was in a black dress and low heels. She looked good. Jim had opted for a gray suit, but no tie.For the first time of the day, I had a chance to look at the display Kelly. Of course I was blamed for the none appearence, and accused of being barren or frigid, or both. Jarvis's predilection for males could not be made public, for those who plied the Windward Passage were breaking the law, and the offence merited the death penalty.Krish Armityge and I enjoyed a full, some might say depraved, love life. We utilised several techniques gleaned from a Hindoo book, the Kama Sutra, which were extremely lewd, even debauched – and needing a deal of physical dexterity to.