Marcus Martelli was a vicious sunuvabitch who would sell his mother is there was profit in it.In Texas I got to look at some security tapes including ... curbside set showing the departing SUV, its windows blanked and tag fogged. I folded myself into the next cab in line and asked the driver if he knew where the Midas Petroleum building was. He smiled and nodded. The place was one of those glass towers with aluminum struts and a big atrium. I flashed my ID for the security man and said I wanted. I’d been out for a couple of drinks with an ex girlfriend, we used to share a cat. Being endlessly optimistic I’d dropped a viagra before the “date” but sadly she’d only arranged it to tell me face to face that the cat had died. Upon learning this my chances of steering the date round to ultimately getting my cock some action seemed to slip away despite my efforts to seamlessly table the idea.I set off walking home. I went the quick way, through the woods and over the golf course, most of the. Maddy wasn’t even appealing any more. The math was easier when I added in the dark house I would return to. ‘Okay, I guess we did get off on the wrong foot.’ I smiled and sat back down. ‘I do thank you for the drink. It’s a nice gesture.’ Maddy’s smile became real. She just nodded and headed back to the end of the bar. Business was business and I am sure they had me sized up for more than twenty bucks. Ms. Perfect finished her set and collected the money off the stage. I was watching in the. I'm not sure how long. But Mary, beautiful Mary, had told me exactly what she wanted from Roger, and it was surely the same thing my Mother wanted from me. I had been looking at it all wrong. I wanted to fuck Mom. I wanted to get her hand on my dick. I wanted to see her face when I slid into her. That was all, I realized, pretty shallow. That was not showing respect for the woman who loved me unconditionally and would deny me nothing.What I should do, and what I was going to do, was to give Mom.