He looked at his mother’s naked body. She was tall, 5ft 10, her body looked younder than her 33 years and she smiled as she saw the look on her son�...�s face. he couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts, they looked so tempting. 34B cups, tight nipples, perfectly placed on the mango shaped globes. She was darker than her fair maids, but that acentuated her beauty. Son, why don’t you go and get acquaineted with Jenni. Take a bath and then come for some dinner.He went to his own room and removed. .friend. Did he tell you a lot about me?" Just enough. He told me about him, too. I know who he really is." She guided him to an overstuffed chair with no legs and letting him sink into it. She sat in the legless chair opposite his, drinking her own wine. "It's going to storm," she said."Maybe it'll help end the heat." Has the heat been bothering you?" God yes." It'll be a dry storm though. Thunder and lightning, but no rain. So what do you do?" I'm a couples’ counselor." Are you good?" Not. .. things they call 'solutions.' So it is our job to do what we can so they will admire us, and think in terms of what we can do for them, and not in terms of what they can do to us."Clyde noticeably rolled his eyes and scoffed. Neal chuckled, and Brandon snorted. Mrs. Marks leaned forward and slapped her son, causing him to flinch. Mr. Wyatt-Parsons, still slumped in his chair, simply reached out with one leg and kicked his son. Tricia stared in shock, and checked on Joey. He too was staring. This was a younger voice. Plus I was sure it had to be someone who was already connected to me. "Valerie," I thought."Right on," she replied and she seemed to appear before me. This time she was more substance than shadow.I guess I was learning a new skill. You know what I mean, taking a projection and turning it into something that looked like flesh and bone. She was a little transparent, but better than the shadows I conjured up before. I wanted to reach out and touch her. I wanted to feel.