We've never talked much about... well... sex... before." Why, I thought your father talked to you last year. I asked him to. It's his job." No, I don'... mean that. Dad talked to me. I mean... well... I'm almost grown, Mom. I get those feelings. I can't help it... honest,... I've tried..."Bette Jean stiffened. Her own son. The beginnings of the awful lust that Lester couldn't control. Oh God! It was unthinkable that her beautiful baby was growing into a rutting animal like his father. "Go on...". I ought to cut it off. You’re just like . . .’ ‘Mother you know I never went out with . . .’ ‘Don’t you interrupt me when I’m talking to you, you little bastard.’ She hits him again. He puts his hand to his cheek and cringes away from her. ‘You’re just like your father. He was always interrupting me when I was talking to him, till I threw him out.’ ‘I wasn’t interrupting you mother. I was just trying to remind you that you wouldn’t let me date any girls when I was in high school,’ he says to. She smiled at me. “Thank you. I think my boyfriend will like this one, don’t you?”“God, yes.”She laughed. “The test of good lingerie is how long it stays on the wearer. How long do you think it will take before this one gets removed?“Not long, I think.”“Why don’t we find out?” she said. And she moved to me. She put her hand on the back of my neck. The smell of her body, of her perfume, filled me. My fantasy had been that I would see a beautiful woman in a skimpy negligee. I never. 15 million. I think I can do better than that. And I plan to sell it out in five years. My limit is only how many apartments are available. I need to show Jim that he can’t keep up with my sales,” I said.“But what about the broker issue?” Lily asked.“I’m going to talk to Gordon. After I take some precautions.”Sunday evening dinner with Bruce was a success. I actually got home early enough from my open houses to help prepare the food. Lily had done most of the prep work while I was flitting.