I had to ask her if I could stay with her during reunion week. I flipped my cell open and called the house. RIIINNNGGG Went the line. RIIINNNGGG Where...was she? RIIINNNGGG the answering machine took over and I hung up. Maybe she was already there I thought, and then I texted her. “Hey mom, give me a call. I have to ask you a few things about next week.” I lay my cell on the side table and stare at the ceiling. Less than five minutes later I was getting a call from my mom’s number which I. They were talking about the parlor. One of them said that it was nothing but a disguised whorehouse that the city should shut down. He had gone in there one time to check it out and had been propositioned. He was expressing disgust, but the info I gleaned from their discussion piqued my interest.I also noticed an ad for the parlor running daily in the Sports section of the local paper. It promised men relaxation and stress relief through massage by women. I was intrigued. My curiosity rose even. “You know, baby…” he said, I savored his deep voice. “I understanding wanting to take your bra off when you get home,” he raised my ditched blue cotton bra as evidence. “But you can’t just leave it in the entryway.”I chuckled as he threw it behind him, “Hi there.”He came over, kissing me on the forehead. “How are you, baby doll?”I wanted to swoon at those words. He sat down next to me on the swing and I leaned into him. “‘I’m good. You?”He held me closer, his hand trailing my chest. “Better now. We can do something for me anytime. There's no school, so on the 12th would be fine, or the next weekend. Go to the dinner Mark; don't worry about me." You'll be coming to the dinner too. You're pretty much going to be coming to everything in my life from now on."Carol had a moment; a frustrating one unfortunately, as she couldn't express herself fully in public. She threw her arms around my neck to give me a hug and to whisper, "I love you," in my ear."Me too, sweetie." Mostly to disengage.