I guess that's what you're supposed to do. It wasn't the limp handshake I had been expecting, but neither was it the kind I experienced from the guys ...n my crowd, the kind that said, "I'm better than you."He did have a nice smile. It was warm and friendly as if he really was happy to meet me. But it wasn't the kind that said he had been set up with a hot one. He showed no awe of me, which was very surprising, because almost everyone else did, including women."I can't stay long," said Jennifer.. ‘The fly in what?’ ‘The point is I never fit in there or anywhere else. I’m an outsider so I did my best to get outside society.’ I shrugged as I did my best to explain at least a part of it to her. She shook her head but didn’t seem to be buying it. ‘That still doesn’t explain…’ ‘I had to get out. Completely,’ I said firmly and she finally let it end, at least for the moment. ‘I could have used you, you know? It sure would have been nice to have my big brother around for all this shit I’ve. My filled wine glass returned and my ancient aunt, seated on a chair across from me began to ask about my job and if I had any men in my life. The same questions at every encounter with her, and many other family members. Only a small fraction of me paid attention - my faculties were focused inside my son's jeans.One of my son's hands lifted while the conversation swirled around us and rested gently upon my hip. Even as my venerable aunt went on about her kidneys, my son gently pressed my hip. Brown strands of hair sneaked through the gray strands until colortook over his whole scalp."Hello," a sultry female voice rang in his ears. He wheeled around andsaw a woman and a man both naked. The woman was very voluptuous, butstrangely familiar."Agatha...is that you?" he was confused not only by the new form of voicebut the strangeness of his voice. It didn't hurt to talk as much as ithad used to. The havoc from the dehydration caused by his alcoholism wasno more."Yes." How?" You'll.