.." That's ridiculous. I've spent the last couple of days imagining everything I'm going to-- would like to do to you tonight... and I find out you're...with a boyfriend who doesn't even like to touch you?" You've been thinking about me?"Just then, I was nearly pulling up into my apartment driveway-- as close as I lived to work, it only took us a few minutes before we were nearly at my door."Ever since yesterday. I don't know-- maybe this is going super fast, but something about working with you. It'll be OK. Now go on in and let me talk to Billy."I suppose one of the more dreaded expressions I might hear from my mother would be, "I'd like to talk to you." I immediately catastrophize, leaping far into the future, thinking of what bridge I might live under and if I can really stay alive selling pencils. If I sank any lower into the hot tub, my head'd be under water.Mom walked over to the tub and said, "Well, this caught us both by surprise, didn't it?"I made a millisecond eye contact and. I asked her why she watched me nude while bathing. She said she watched accidentally. I asked her that if she watched accidentally then why she watched me by hiding behind the kitchen door. She was shocked and then fell to my feet for apology. I decided to make it as my chance. I threatened her by saying, “if I give a complaint to police they would take u to Police station and beat you”.She was scared of police and so she said, “I would do whatever you say and please don’t say to police”. I. ’ Along the way, they discussed their respective preferences in literature, poetry, etc. He was an easy conversationalist and a attentive listener. She found way that he looked into her eyes and study her features almost unbearably exciting. He volunteered that he was a fan of Charles Bukowski which made her blush. She was also a fan, but she never let anyone else know because his sometimes raunchy prose didn’t fit well with her prim and proper image. She confided in him that she also enjoyed.