I grabbed my jacket and keys and shot out the door. I was still trying to put one more arm into my coat, as I threw the car in reverse, zipped out the...driveway, and then screeched down the street.For the next ten minutes, my heart pounded rapidly and sweat rolled down my face. It seemed like everyone was conspiring against me, as I'd get stuck behind someone going too slow or hit every light just as it turned red. I mumbled and cursed under my breath, squeezing the steering wheel tightly. I mean I did not parade around in front of him, but if I was changing, or getting ready for work in the morning he might get a glimpse in passing. He probably had thought nothing of it, he just put me to bed and tucked me in. If I said anything it would crush him. If he thought his mother did not trust him... he was my son! He had been so good to me lately, I could not bear the thought of me damaging our relationship.Over the next several months my son asserted himself as the man of our house.. As an added surprise, I had applied some temporary tattoos. I had put a tramp-stamp, done up like angels wings in tribal graphics, on the small of my back, which is much harder to do than you’d think. I also applied a rose on my left thigh and a mandala right beside my pubic hair. My pubes were a bit too wide for it to go where I wanted, so I shaved my patch super-thin, leaving just a vertical line about two fingers in width.When he drove up on his cycle to pick me up, I had just finished. The waitress watched from a distance and wondered at the sad and seriouslooking pair. A battered wife being consoled by a friend? Commiserationsafter an accident? With a quiet sigh she walked across and offered coffeewhich was accepted by both so she poured and left to return with a smalljug of milk and smiling left them to it.They sipped quietly and for the first time since sitting down lockedeyes. A great deal of information flowed in that first few seconds, withneither exactly sure of the.