The aroma of the beef filled the living room and kitchen. I went out there and asked Elaine if there was anything I could do. "Yeah, you can mash the ...otatoes if you want to, while I make the gravy."I got out the manual masher and went to the refrigerator for the milk and butter. The potatoes were bubbling on the stove. My shoulder brushed Elaine's when I picked up the pot and she said, "Excuse me." Sorry," I said. But it had felt good. Her arm was warmer than mine. I turned to the sink and. I joined with her child to play chess. She gave me a glass of fresh juice. She went to the kitchen continuing her cooking.After an hour she came back, by the time the game was over. I hesitantly told her that I am leaving. But she refused me to leave and ordered me to have lunch with them. She argued with me, with a kiddy anger saying that I am coming to their home only to see uncle & not her. I loved that right she have taken on me & spend that whole day with her. And that day changed. So, I did what any respectful daughter would do. I tucked the pix away in my shirt and snuck them up to my room. That night, I was trying not to think about it, but I couldn't help my self. I pulled them out of my drawer and put my reading light on, laying in in bed in my panties and t-shirt, looking at my beautiful young mom putting her fingers inside Mrs. Kendall. How far did it go between them? Were they a thing before she met dad? Did he even know about them? My hand found its way down to. Our special abilities don’t make us popular. In fact, being one of us makes for a short, dangerous and often unhappy life. Being humanity’s last line of defense against a subspecies of Super Predators is no joke. The same way we can spot the Sociopaths, they can spot us. I don’t know why. Must be mother nature’s way of keeping everything fair and balanced, I guess. A mongoose must battle snakes because that’s what it is and what it does. My kind and I must battle Sociopaths because that’s what.