"Maybe check some of the other tables." I have." You say, trying to keep your cool.The woman picks up a stray book from the pile and examines it."Aren...t you a bit old for these books anyway? My thirteen-year-old grew out of them." She tossed the book back on the pile. "All he does now is play something called Fortnite. I don't know what it is with kids these days and their Nintendo Playstations and what-not..."The woman continues to ramble on about her teenager's interests, but your eyes focus. The next day, Nick was not sure on how he felt about the whole situation. It was obviously wrong, but Mary did not seem to be complaining. It was quite clear she was enjoying herself. As the only two men on the trip, they ended up at the bar while the girls were at camp. As they got to know each other, Frank explained to him that Mary's mother had died 10 years ago and he had been a single parent ever since and as a result, they were very close. He went on to say that she behaved like both. Perhaps you and Mrs Lawrence would like to freshen up a little while he examines your father.”“Yes. Yes of course” Sally answered.She eased carefully into the room, watching carefully to be sure she spilled none of the hot drink. Then she looked over to her mother. She blinked, frowned. Where on earth was she?She looked at her father and was shocked, the cup falling from her hand.The heavy chair was neatly placed on the opposite side of the bed. Her mother’s hands clasped one hand of her. "I'm... very sorry it offended you. I'll try not to do it again."Tamara did not seem easily mollified. She was still half-rigid with anger. Does she feel the sexual part of it? Laura wondered. The fact that I want her? Maybe that threatens her somehow."Thank you," Tamara said curtly. "I hope you don't."Laura had a pained expression on her face, she knew. Can't we be friends? she wanted to appeal to the ravishing girl. Do you have to hate me so? Rhonda wants to fuck you too. I can see it in her.