Let’s go see Mom.” I ushered them into the living room, where I found Marilyn reading a short speech she was supposed to give about motherhood and...apple pie, or some such nonsense.She looked up and said, “What are you doing here so early? And why do our daughters look like drowned rats? What did they do now?”.“Mom!” squawked both the girls. If that fazed Marilyn, it didn’t show.Marilyn stood up when she saw the visitors. “Hello.”“Marilyn, please sit down. Girls, you too.” I said. I went to my. . er wash?" he said, intentionally saying the wrong word."I told you not to get used to ... things." she said, enjoying the feel of a man's hands on her body. "And here you are wanting to do it all the time. That's why I told you not to get used to it. You get used to it and you want to do it a lot. So I'm telling YOU!..." she squeaked as he pinched both her nipples through her blouse.She turned around, sliding through his hands, and put her soapy hands on his cheeks. "You have GOT to learn to. “It’s not something you chose to feel,” I reminded her. “I put it on you.”“I felt it one time, a long time ago,” she said. She shook her head. “Make me horny, please?”“What?”“Like you did in the car. Use that color on me,” she said.I remembered those berries and I got one hand wet with their juice. I stroked her brain, like I was simply stroking her hair. She relaxed immediately.“Okay, that’s enough,” she said.I stopped and just looked at her. We knew each other pretty well, by now, so she knew. What are you doing? Don't you havepractice tomorrow?" Yeah, that's right, it's only practice. That's what I told the bitchwhen we wanted to have a party. She threw us out anyhow."He slurred exuberantly, as though proclaiming a triumph over Rafaela,the wife upon whom he alternately doted, and cheated. When the tequilasubsided, this episode would become yet another domestic crisis to beresolved with yet another bauble.I heard laughter in background. "Who are you with?" Marco, from AC Milan. .