3I awoke with a start 2 hours later and quickly looked around, he was sitting in the chair in just his boxer shorts watching the sport, I sighed as I ...ested my head back down on the pillow, it had not been a dream, I really was with him but I also realised that the wine contributed to my collapse but I felt totally rested, I also realised that I was in the bed as he had covered me up in bed , I curled up in the bed happy to be with him and watched him, he turned and looked at me then came. "Ahead, in the wavering haze of heat they saw a small, almost run- down cafe with a single gas pump. Judy glanced at the fuel register and saw they didn't need gas. She was going to drive past, but Johnny stopped her."Let's get something cold to drink, Mother."She slowed the car, pulling into the crunching gravel at the corner of the weather-beaten building. After turning off the engine, she buttoned her blouse, then looked at her torn panties."Leave them that way," Johnny said, buttoning his. Same shit, different night, ya know?" Yeah, same here. Whacha makin?" This?" holding up a long, white, doughy roll of what passes for Italian bread. "Your favorite. Italian." Think you can hold one for me this morning? Was going to make some BLTs with it." I'll call you when they're out of the oven." You're so sweet. Why is that?" Just me" I said, holding back that I was wondering what she looked like naked, darkly tanned lags wrapped up in mine, and my hand in her hair. "Besides, what are. She sat down on the edge of my bed."I'm eighteen, Mom. You *can't* ground me. And you can't *stop* me from fucking the Tuckers. I've *fucked* all of them. Nine men. Five women. I like doing it. I'm going to do it for the rest of my life." She glared at me. "When is the last time you were fucked?" How *dare* you talk to me like that? I'm *your* Mother," I barked."I know, but I *am not* like *you*," she said. "I'm a *slut* and you *are* a *frigid bitch*. Dad told me that's why he left you. He.