“Oh, Mark ... No ... absolutely not. If you won’t be disgusted seeing me that way, I promise that I won’t mind at all.“You saved me, Mark. I w...s dying. I know I was, and you took me in like I was family. How many people take in a homeless freak who smells like a garbage dumpster? And when I couldn’t lift a finger to help, you scrubbed me until I looked like a human being...”She was starting to relive the bad times, so I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her on the lips hard enough to get her. I figured you'd just about fit the bill." But I know sod-all about being a personnel manager, Marty." Neither does lard-arse Morris, but that hasn't stopped him from keeping that seat warm for lord knows how long. Look Josh, things have changed in the last few years. Surely you've noticed that the company has a shortage of ... er, ethnic minorities on the payroll. There are laws about that kind of thing nowadays and eventually some bugger's going to give us some stick over it. Anyway I thought. Then I carried the steaming plates to the table. I fished out a carton of milk from the fridge and a cup and set it before Gary before sitting across from him. As I picked up my fork, I notice he had already started.Between mouthfuls Gary asked rather openly, at least for us, "Why don't you date mom?" His eyes could not decide to look at my face or at the single breast thrusting around the edge of the apron.I blew on the forkful of hot food before answering, "It's complicated honey." It was and. Coming home, Rebecca went right to her room. After a few minutes she came back out with a puzzled look. Trying to keep a straight face I asked how her day was. Did you, she started to say, then stopped. Did I what dear, I asked. Shaking her head never mind, she finished. That night I listened at her door. I covered my mouth as I heard the sounds of the electric motor. Friday night finally arrived. Rebecca still hadn't asked about her vibrator and where the other came from. I said, why don't you.