She let out the giggle she had been withholding. “Wow, someone’s happy to see me hmm?” She teased. “Err, yeah sorry about that Kath. Erm, morn...ng glory and all that.” “Hmm, it’s not morning Tom” She retorted. “Well yeah but, I’ve just woken up so, you know, that could be why?” I replied sheepishly. “Oh shut up and come get in bed, you moron” She teased. I blushed and hastily got under the covers with her. “So Tom, I just wanted to say thankyou for the most amazing orgasm of my life.” This took. Unfortunately, there would have to remove her left breast. Six months after the mastectomy and radiotherapy, she returned home to her husband. A year later her husband Stan, filed for divorce and left with a lady down the road. Each time she looked in a mirror, she saw a mutilated lonely forty-year with no future. Over the next four years she fell into a deep depression, and began to cover all the mirrors and shiny surfaces in the house. When she went outside she would wear larger and baggier. Her mom, being a nurse, was always sporadic with her schedule. Emily kicked the ball into the net and decided that enough was enough for the evening. Retrieving the ball she went back to the locker room. Grabbing her bag she decided that she would change and shower after she got home. Walking to her car in her cut up shirt and shorts, she was texting her mom when she bumped into someone. "Watch where you're going asshole." She said, not even turning to face the guy she had run into. "Sorry.". She opened her eyes slowly, pulled back to allow them to focus properly, and then seeing that it was me, smiled and returned her forehead to be against mine before closing her eyes again.What she hadn't realised was that as she'd moved away from me, I'd put my hands onto her forearms, so that when she'd moved back, her breasts had landed nicely on top of the backs of my hands, she didn't notice. "Been a good night Ma." Mmmm, it certainly has, where's Richard The Turd?" Passed out on the couch.".