"I stopped myself mid-sentence upon hearing the voice echo on the other side. Huh? Did I call the wrong person? I even checked the caller ID once more...and verify. There shouldn’t be a mistake so I called out to her once more.“Mom...?“There weren’t any replies. All I could hear was moans and heavy breathing propagating through the speakers of my phone. The only reason to why she picked up the call that I could think of was that she had accidentally pressed it since it wasn’t a touch-screen era. It wasn’t out of panic, nothing like that, but it almost seems that I took the words I’d usually tease her with and translated them into an action or two. It was probably the way she was yelling, the way she was flustered like that, looking so directly in my eyes with a passion that I had only witnessed during sex. Yeah — that was it; it had to be.Without warning, the action I took led me to grab her by the shoulders, turn shortly around a nearby pillar that seemed to pepper the mall’s inner. He wanted everything to go perfectly; he wanted it to be a night she would enjoy. His game plan? Go slow and let nature take its course. That’s what he kept repeating to himself. Go slow and let nature take its course. They were like two teenagers sitting there, the soft glow of the candles illuminating them in a tension-filled room. Both were unsure of what to do so they fidgeted, still not uttering a word. Finally, Aaron took a deep breath. If this was going to happen, he was going to. After we finished the tour, Gerri turned to me and said, "This is going to take longer than I thought."Then she took out her cell phone, called the executor and told him that it would take at least two weeks to do the inventory and then proceeded to explain just how vast the inventory actually was.When she finished the call, she told me about it. The executor had told Gerri that he had not realized how much was there. Apparently, he had never actually been to the house. She said that could take.