But even Evelyn had to lie to him about coming here with me. He thinks she's at her office. It scares me. I don't know why."I whispered, levelheaded a...d all grown up. "I'm not scared."She looked up at me with thankful, loving eyes.I said, "I'm proud of you. You earned this. You deserve it. And after you leave here today, you'll be in a place where you can be yourself. Mr. Buchanan won't be around to make you feel like a criminal for being yourself."Her eyes shuttled quickly to one side and she. Holding her hands before the fire, as if in need of warmth, Gwenneth stood and studied the portrait. It was of a man, a warrior of some bygone time, dressed in furs and plaid, with a great sword, a longbow, and a quivver of arrows."He's supposed to be an ancestor of mine," said Elspeth. "What did you say your name was?" Gwenneth Jones." That's a good Welsh name, but you're not from around here." No, I'm American, but I have an aunt in Llandudno." Oh, really. Well, I expect you'll want to see. As I went to refill my iced tea however, I couldn't help but feel a pang in my stomach. Was I so lonely these last few months, that I resorted to bribing my son to spend time with me? Not to mention the fact that I had spent the morning practically drooling over him, and for the first time, actually thought of him sexually! I wanted to walk into the living room and tell him to go hang with his friends, but as I sat down next to him on the floor on the t.v., all I did was smile at him, "So, what. I put my arms around her with my head laying on her generous bosom. Her breasts were soft and comforting, and her heartbeat hypnotic. She gently stroked my hair as mothers do to reassure their children. I fell asleep warm, and safe, in the arms of the woman who loved me.I lay still as I let my senses come to full power and become wide awake. I was in bed with my mother again. "God, that just sounds nasty!", I thought to myself. At least I hadn't woke up to find my hands touching my mother where.