“Becky,” I tell her, “what the fuck are you doing?”She says nothing but keeps dragging me into her flat.“Where’s your husband?” I ask.�...Watching footie down there pub,” she says. It's the first words that have come out of her mouth since she stood outside my door.We enter the bedroom. I’m still being pulled by my outstretched hand. She spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. Her hands grasp my tracksuit bottoms and they come off in one swift movement; pulled down my legs and discarded. She. My mate’s mum was called Shelly and she was a primary school teacher. She had long dark hair and brown eyes. If you saw this women in the street you would swear she was still in her twenties. Growing up I never really noticed my mates mum because if anyone so much as looked at her my mate would kick your arse. Now I’m staying under the same roof I can't help but notice just how great she was. I was always the perfect gentleman though. I made sure I didn’t stare to obviously and kept myself to. It is not till another bend is rounded that he sees her again, this time crouching on a large grey rock protruding into the river, underneath the cool shade of a large tree. He is actually a bit miffed this time, because he had been considering tying his raft to this very rock, but her presence disturbs his perception of the situation. When he turns his head to give the raft a shove with his pole, she slips away again. He shakes his head slowly and allows the river to take him further. I flopped down on a recliner and the girls went back to the pool for a swim and splash. I must have nodded off because I was woken by a fully-clothed Jilly who said they had to get back home. I asked if they’d like to come by again. I said that the Thursday would be good because my niece, who was about their age, would be visiting me. They were rather non-commital, but I’d had a great time and didn’t want to be pushy.I should say something about my niece. Her name is Tina and she’s the daughter.