I kept it up until she got tired and, deciding to quit playing, just laid there no matter how many fingers I pushed in or how hard I pushed them."Well..." I announced setting on the edge of the bed and letting my hand rest on her trembling thigh, "I don't see any signs of obvious injury." I let my hand move slowly over her smooth skin. "I'd better keep you here for observation anyway." A moan came from deep inside Tillie's throat, I can only assume that she appreciated my single-minded dedication. I focused on keeping my form and stepping firmly on my weak leg. I was at the point where I could consistently jog three laps around the gym and then walk one. By the end of the forty-five minutes, though, I was beginning to question my choice of activities for my date with Joan that night.She was in her fifth sailor suit and it was hot pink. I mean hot. This was the first of her little outfits that had a cropped sailor top that left a good part of her tummy exposed. The jewels in her navel. Well what your mom say i asked. He said it was up to us what we wanted to do.I asked did your mom say anything to you about her and my mom being lesbain lovers? Yea she did he said, ok then we are cool with them. He then asked me will you make out with me,oh yes I want to and were it goes from there we will see. He an I talked a few more minutes and hung up so he pack his stuff. I went out in in beauty shop checked my make up and stuff.Mom came out and said you look hot and sexy dont worry.She. I was stunned at first not realizing exactly what he had said.“How bad is he” I blubbered.“No Jake. He’s dead.” The officer responded.Life goes on. Several weeks later, I graduated from high school.College was on hold for now until home life was settled. Mom was a basket case for several months. She just stayed in her bedroom or walked around the house in a house robe. We’d talk about stuff, never mentioning college. Sometimes we’d get in arguments over what I consider petty things now. I’d go.