‘Sorry,’ he said as he rubbed the bandage on his arm. ‘I’m feeling pretty weird right now.’ The woman looked down at his arm, the compressio... dressing was soaked in blood. Another little trickle ran down his arm and dropped on the breakfast room table. ‘You sure that’s just a flesh wound? That looks like a lot of blood.’ She reached over and took his arm in her hand and unwrapped the dressing, a fresh pulse of deep red oozed out of the deep wound. ‘Whoa,’ the woman said, ‘let’s get some. "Nah, she's that bird from Harry Potter. Emma Thompson!" Watson," I corrected him, grinning madly at what felt like a comedy routine."Yeah, right. I should know; my boy's got a fu- ... a friggin' life sized poster of you in a red dress on his wall. See it every time I walk in. Make a point of it, in fact; pardon me for sayin' so love, but you're kind of easy on the eyes." Then his face clouded over in panic. "Oh shit, I hope you were eighteen when that picture was taken. Pardon my French."I. He loved older women. He wrote that he had fucked his step-mother for most of his senior year in high school. He even tried to get a teacher in bed but that only earned him a two week suspension. What he had in mind was for me to dress up like a whore and service him, maybe even make a video of it. I told him I would think about it but definitely no video. Over the weekend he sent me pictures of some of the plays he was in along with some seriously lascivious photos. He was young and handsome. It was a book, Easy Piano Songs, with a note attached to it. Mary didn't need prompting to read the note aloud. "Dear Mary, your actions have proved to us that you really want to learn how to play the piano, so a leased piano will be arriving Thursday. We'll pay for two piano lessons per week, and if you practice faithfully for a year, we'll buy a piano. Love, Dad and Mom." Mary started to bawl and gave them both hugs.Trying not to let my worry show, I went back to picking up garbage. When the.