”“Was she mad?” Cherry asked.I replied, “Believe it or not, she wasn’t. I don’t think she likes out timing, but she isn’t mad. In fact... she sounded pretty understanding and even supportive—she gave me marriage advice.”Cherry asked, “You’re lying?!”I said matter-of-fact, “I’m not… She told me about how to determine if something is worth arguing about and when to compromise.”She said, “You, Mr. Mann, have some effect on women!”I said, “You must be right: I’m holding the most incredible one of. " You promise me?" Carol said between sobs."I promise you on my love for Edward. Nothing bad will come of the talk Harry had with us all." God, I feel like such an idiot. I know Harry would never hurt me." No, don't feel that way. After what we've been through we're entitled to feel a little schizoid from time to time. If Harry had known what buttons his doing this was going to push in you, he'd have found another way. You know that. He and Margo love you so much they could never do anything. After another fifty minutes we turned in through an unmarked but impressive stone gate, cruising quietly along a paved tree-lined drive that traversed an obviously large country estate. It seemed as though we traveled several hundred yards before we reached a huge stone mansion surrounded by manicured lawns, well-tended shrubs and colorful flowerbeds. A parking lot at the side of the building already contained a dozen or so very expensive cars.Pulling in under the portico, the driver glided to. She had on a short micro mini, that barely covered her ass, no panties, light black stockings, garter belt, ankle strap "fuck me" spiked heels and a pushup bra that exposed nearly all of her big, juicy, forty inch chest. Her hair was all teased up and she had on a heavy coat of makeup, with shiny lip gloss over her luscious cocksucking lips and a light scent of perfume. She totally looked the part of a whore. My cousin Eddie was gonna go crazy when he saw how slutty my mother was dressed.I told.