" No! He was firm. Don’t go Mom. It will be ok. Really."She laid back down. This time in his arms. His arms completely around her. She could feel so...ething this time poking at her. She knew what it was. Danny slowly rocked his hips, to move a little lower so his head rest on the pillow. Danny rubbed her back with his hand to comfort her, like she done it so many times before. She hold him over his chest.He was feeling good against her. She knew it was wrong. But she let him do it. She couldn't. Curled up at the other end of the settee, Emma was still watching Bill at the far end of the bar. He looked across at her. She found herself feeling very attracted to him. What the hell she thought. I’ll go and talk to him. In uncurling herself out of the corner of the settee her elbow caught Jake’s arm as he raised his glass to his lips, spilling the contents of red wine over his lap. Thankfully it didn’t soil the chair or cushions. There was the usual reaction and profuse apologies from Emma.. We are wealthy to a point that I won’t have to work but my children might. My mother isn’t the business type: confident and aggressive and so the business gets along but doesn’t really go anywhere new. I will probably take charge after college but for now I am more about having fun.So to this, the first day of my last summer before college. It had just gone midday and no sign of mom to wake me up. I figure that she herself must be having a lye in as it’s her first day off I ages too. I decide. They're for others; not Santa. They are there to protect your from all the other dirty old men prowling through the night, who would like nothing better than to break into your house to violate your virtue. For me, you leave cookies. You not only welcome me into your home, but you eagerly anticipate my arrival. Even though I may not arrive until you are fast asleep, and even though you may have no idea what it is I do after I have violated the sanctity of your home, you welcome me. It is.