"She works for the Rios Agency, right."Immediately Samantha started mumbling under her breath as she turned and picked up her chair. She turned the ch...ir around so it was next to mine and then plopped herself down so angrily, that if the baby was further along she might've popped it out in that lounge chair. She continued cursing but switched to Spanish and started reading her book ... or pretending to."Uhm, Dad," asked David. "What is she so upset about?" Rios is her uncle," I said. "Sarah is. He told me that he loved me. Not just like a son would love his mother, but as one lover would love another. The only thing I knew to say was the truth. That I felt the same about him. We went to bed together unsure of the future and how we were going to handle it but promising that we would figure it out together. And that brings me to where I am right now. Waking up in bed with my son...... * "Good morning Mike." "Morning mom." My son says back to me, still in a grog. I stare at him. We had kept in contact, but we hadn’t managed to visit each other due to our different schedules. We happily discussed the news that the new metal called Ozlium for the shuttle manufacturing had been released. I told Ant that they already had a Plant in NZ producing the new sheeting for the shuttles.We had been running a pilot project in conjunction with the Australian University that had developing it. One of the Universities here had been playing with the metal, and they had used it to. . ““God damn it Marge” his father spat out interrupting his wife in mid-sentence, “catching your teen-aged daughter in bed with a 22 year old guy, is not a ‘little difficulty’!”Ric’s mother gave his father a look Ric had not seen often. “If you don’t watch that god damn mouth of yours Carl . . . . YOU are going to learn what ‘difficulties’ I can make for you mister!” Ric’s father threw his napkin down, and left the table in a huff. While Ric’s parents didn’t fight often, he knew that his.