Two days later this jackass in a new Vette sideswiped me on my way home from work. He was a total asshole about it. Two people saw the accident and st...pped. He tried to convince them they didn’t need to hang around. I guess something in my eyes told them they did. They waited around for the cops and gave a statement. The guy who owned the Vette was furious. Some people don’t needto drive sports cars. They develop an attitude that’s bigger than the damned car is. I love Corvettes but I can’t. Probably would have been much easierfor both Jim and I if that had happened.But now, here I was, with a son who now had drawers full of lingerie(lingerie which I coveted). He absolutely wanted to have his toenailspainted and then couldn't make himself to call a halt to a trip to theNail Salon for his own Mani and Pedi WITH colored polish, no less. He hadno qualms, as yet disclosed, about being seen wearing nail polish andslightly feminine attire. He enjoyed the attentions of the nailtechnicians. !"He threw open his arms and accepted the rush of his ex girl friends enthusiastic embrace. They kissed and hugged, then stepped back a foot or two to just look at each other."Surprised?" the petite blonde asked."Surprised? Knocked off my feet," he said, giving her another warm hug. "What the hell are you doing here? "Came to find you, your Mum said you would be on your own, as she was going to be at the funeral so she invited me to come and see you were OK" Rita replied with a sigh. " I have. “don’t ask that please”, she replied.I then insisted her sometime for replying me and at last she said yes she does. I kissed her neck again and again she kept staring at me. I bent forward and this time she didn’t resist. It was a matter of time before we were kissing each other passionately. I slid up and opened her top and she unbuttoned my shirt. Our nude navels were touching each other as our kisses went more passionate.Slowly my hands went to the back of her bra and hers to my belt. I.