I never liked my uncle Den. He had a miserable, gloomy outlook permanently etched on his face and was forever grumbling. There was no rapport between ...s. I always wondered how Sharon got hitched and married to him, like – they had no kids.“What? He wants to divorce her after ... ten years of marriage?” I queried, grabbing a can of Stella from the fridge“Yeah, the bastard,” my mother spat, lighting another Marlbro.“I suppose he is shagging around as usual?”“I asked Shar that. But she says that. And I was worried about the effect time would have on our bond.When I arrived home my mother had thrown a small welcome home party for me, she was serving drinks when I firstsaw her, she was wearing a very low cut loose blouse that could barely contain her massive 36 dd.She caught site of me staring at her tits and a big smile swept across her face.The rest of the evening was spent tryingto hide my boner.I was a little drunk when I went to my room, My mom followed me and told me goodnight.I. Mom avoided me and I avoided her for the rest of the night.The next day was Friday, mom kept pretty quiet, she stayed out of the house doing some grocery shopping. I tried to buy peace by helping her unpack but she told me no. She didn't even unpack all the bags, just left them in the laundry room, it just looked like they had laundry soap and stuff in them anyway but I ignored it. I had worse things to worry about. I knew she had been on the phone quite a bit with Shellie. After telling me to. . feelings saved your life or those of your team?” he asked with an odd expression on his face.Jeff hesitated.“Truth, Colonel.”“Uh, sometimes I was certain, other times I was ... Well, let’s just stick with probably several times, Sir.”“That’s what your Sergeant said, too. By all means, take Morales, and his women, of course.”“I appreciate it, Sir.”“What you mean is that you appreciate not having to lie to me. I suspect that you had decided to take him with you long before you walked in here.”.