Hers unlike mine didn’t bag, so she looked more put together.“Hood, where do we go first,” she asked.“You did make the appointment with the de...ectives?” I asked.“Yes, it’s for noon at the coffee shop on the Highway access road,” she said.“That has to be a five dollar a cup joint,” I said with a laugh. “Since we have time, let’s go to breakfast at the dollar a cup greasy Mac’s,” I suggested.I used their WIFI connection to send the Geek my new information request. I expected it to be ready the. "Like Sorcerers," Katie finished for him."How are we supposed to look?" Margie asked with a grin."Older, much older," he replied, uneasily."Would it help if we told you that we have looked like this for the past 160 years?" Katie asked."A ... a 160 years, you say!?" Feeney asked in shock."Yes, a 160 years," Margie reiterated. Mr. Feeney didn't know quite how to reply to that.Patrick had the boot of the car, as he called it, open by then and handed out our backpacks. Each of the women took. Then she came.It hit her like a tidal wave, with absolutely no warning. A screech burst from her lips as her whole body tensed, snapping her back against the headboard of the bed. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the slats of the headboard, and spots danced before her eyes as every shallow breath she could manage to suck in erupted as a sharp cry of ecstasy.By the time she managed to stop screaming long enough to take a full breath, her body was rocking from Rachel slamming her hips down. I forgot all about water. But I was so psyched I came out of the room. But after collecting courage, when I went back to have a real good look at them, they were covered. That was my mother lying there. And my adolescent curiosity for sex had been stoked like crazy.The next night I got to sleep next to her. Naturally all I thought of was to touch ker naked body. Somehow. So seeing little light coming from the window, I inched closer to her. She was wearing a nightie and it had slipped till her.