I talked with your dad, and I decided I was being selfish. They deserve a night together every once in a while. She just better not get too wild like ...he does sometimes.I had to chuckle. “Yes, she does get a little wild sometimes.”“Lois tells me you are fun to be with and take good care of her. If I recall, her exact words were ‘A damn good fuck’.” Mom was smiling.Mom’s hand slipped under the covers as she bent over and kissed me. “Your father knows I am here. It’s part of the bargain we made. He told that ” it’s 12:30 am. No one would be outside. Just go. If you are too afraid u can wrap a towel and go put your nighty in drier strings.” I suddenly began acting like his slave. I undressed and wrapped a towel and hurriedly put my nighty out and came back. As soon as I came back he asked if I liked it. I couldn’t deny the thrills running down my vein. His next question was that if I wearing my bra and panty under the towel when I went out. I told him that he just told me to put the. It had been good to not have to get up early to make the bus for the two weeks of Christmas vacation, and it had been hard to get back to having to wait out alongside the road in the first light of day, before the sun came up. It could get cold and lonely out there.Two days after school started, while they were getting around in the morning, they realized that their mother wasn't at home. "Where's Mommy and Susan?" Henry asked."Mommy went to Camden this morning," her father offered. "She had. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I hadn’t thought anyone was home, turning the television on had become a habit, and I was surprised to see Manik, my eighteen year old son, sitting at the kitchen table looking at a parts catalogue for vintage roadster he had been rebuilding for the past two years. It would probably never run, but my husband and I indulged him. Manik was my only son and the older of my two children. Nirmola was six, and she’d be home from her after-school program in an.