“Then what is it, Carl?”“It’s everything,” I said, softer in voice. “It’s sex, yeah. Mum, I can’t tell you how it feels to be with you...that way. It’s crazy. I love it. I love you for doing it, too.”“But do you love me like you used to? You’ll always be my baby, Carl. I’m sorry, I suppose I’m confused. It’s because you’re my son. It’s difficult, you know?”Love burst in my chest for my mother. “I know, mum,” I said through a sigh. “But you have to believe me. I love you because you’re my mum. I. This was not good, a boozy voice inside him slurred.The only slightly less slurred voice issuing from his mouth said, "Where did you get that?" This nightgown? Mrs. Steve give me. Is pretty, no?" No," he said. "I mean, yes. I mean, no, we shouldn't be doing this." The "this" at that moment was Zosia straddling him, rubbing her sex into his crotch.It was only his extreme inebriation that saved him from the inevitable reaction. But that drunkenness also made it difficult for him to resist when. ), and of course, I was still bleeding from both wrists and had seriously scraped palms (from my adventure with the gas pipe). Someone had thoughtfully allowed me to have some fingertips free, so I could push the nurse's 'call' button.When I staggered back to consciousness, a patrolwoman was there. She asked me not to talk to anyone about anything, and she called a detective. Eventually, two detectives showed up. I had expected a Colombo type. Everybody knows that detectives wear rumpled suits. I realized that it was the item on the form that was making her fidgety. The description was for a 'woman pleaser vibrating dildo'. "Ahm ... do you want me to submit this?" I asked."Just close it." She said quickly. She ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "It's not what you think." I raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe it is what you think. But your don't understand, he is a good lover but he is not all that ... well ... large."I smiled but it was my turn to get fidgety. My mind had gone.