.. well, as she had always looked at him, as her little boy."Mom, we need to talk I think." Oh we need to do a lot of talking Scott. You're going to h...ve to explain why you've kept these beautiful grandchildren from me! Yes my boy, you've got a lot of explaining to do!"Scott gulped as the extent of his mother's knowledge was revealed. What continued to nag at the back of his head was that his mother didn't seem to be questioning the whole 'back in time, my son is the High King of Scotland'. . I was so done with her that it wasn’t funny! I answered your text, she saw it, and she literally forced me out at gunpoint, holding her father’s rusty shotgun ... It might not even fire, but I wasn’t taking any chances, plus, I was eager to be with you! It’s over between us. I’m filing for a divorce and getting a restraining order ASAP! I’m tired of dealing with her fucking crap, damn it!” Jason declared, as he continued impaling Lisa Di Salvo, much to our mutual pleasure.“Then you two should. I have always felt that by taking special care of their needs, they would take care of mine. That philosophy seemed to keep a number of young ladies interested in going out with me. I thought maybe Jean wanted to ask about one of those girls.I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date. However, I was not about to complain.Jean was wearing a thin,. I took a retail job until I saved enough money to try and establish myself in my own firm. It's been hard, but I can see that if I stick with it, I can make it. Jobs have been trickling in, but that's better than nothing at all. In the meantime, I've got a part-time retail job at The Sport Warehouse." Good for you. Where do you do your design work?" In my apartment in Courtenay. The living room has been turned into a studio-come-sample room. The place is a mess, but someday I'll be able to rent.