She stood in front of the mirror with her son standing behind her. "look at yourself mom," he said firmly, "what man wouldn't want you?" "It's taking ...verything I have not to strip you down and take you right now," he continued. "I want to taste the sweat on your neck," he said, gently touching her just below her hairline. "I have dreamed of peeling off this sports bra and sucking your nipples that I have no memory of ever seeing," he continued as his hands trailed softly down his mothers sides. Father worked in shifts at a local company. Things were getting along very smoothly until I discovered the unexpected.My grandma was called by my uncle at his house which was in another state. So eventually, the father made a decision to drop grandma at uncle’s and stay with him for a good long week. I, on the other hand, was in 9th std. A young lean lad with a lot of visual distractions. With father gone, I could watch his hidden Porn collection, which he cleverly hid under his bed. She continued sobbing and I felt more tears forming on my face. "Please stop crying, Nadine. I love you, I really do, but I just love her more." That accomplished nothing, so I just wrapped both arms around her. She didn't fight me on it, but kept the tears flowing directly into her hands. 'Wow, this is fucked up. Shit, maybe I should have just broken it off with Quinn. I don't know, but maybe this is just the rough shit we'll have to get through.' After another couple minutes, her hands. Les heeded the call of the working computer. He solved the password problem within a few minutes. She’d used her dorm room number and hall from college, capitalizing the first word. Maybe he shouldn’t have.Her message post site was already active. Carolyn hadn’t shut down her computer correctly, closing out all her business. Les read,Johnnie, I will text you tomorrow morning when it is okay to call me. Les is getting suspicious, I think. As we used to say, ‘the rabbit died.’ You must be too.