An alcoholic, man-hungry slut. But she was my mother, so when she went on a bender it was my job to make sure she found her way home, even when she di...n't remember how she got there.That night, I drove around to her usual haunts, checking the places I had found her before and sure enough, I found her on one of her favorite park benches at the far end of the city park under a tall maple tree. She had finished off her bottle of vodka (how much she had in it when she started was anybody's guess). Five minutes and one hasty explanation later, Julia’s Camry pulled up in front of the main entrance to the RBC Center. There were only two police cars there, but the dual sets of flashing lights served as a beacon, drawing anyone within range to North Carolina State’s basketball arena. Tim saw Carlos’ blood red Ford Fusion parked 100 feet away from all the commotion, and he motioned Julia to park behind him. ‘Wait here, OK?’ Tim asked, getting a nod in return. ‘I’ll just be a minute.’ He. Either one was acceptable, though, naturally, I would prefer to throw in the fuck. Not only did I like the prospect of fucking, but I would like to receive the extra money.Speaking of money, I stuffed my recently earned $225 into a book. God help me if Mom stumbled across that much money. She was even better at cross examination than Jenny, so I knew that I would wind up telling all to her, and I knew that would put me into such deep shit that I would be grounded for life!I left for Mrs. Jane. "Béla missed her sister badly. They'd grown more than close during the long voyage from New Eden to Earth, their feelings toward each other more than just sexual. She loved Beth, and it hurt inside, not being able to feel her presence."I don't know," Katie replied quietly. She was sad, too. She'd tried to return to the little brook she'd created, but discovered that she evidently had to be really stressed before her mind-power kicked in. When she wasn't excited or upset, mentally she was no.