It fell over, Have a drink.’ This mollifies him sufficiently to desist from whacking me again. There’s a moral authority problem in these situatio...s. It’s hard to whack the landlord back when you’ve just trashed his door. But Rosanne or whatever her–I don’t remember–name is says ‘it’s ok I know this guy,’ so we go in her room and start fucking with no preliminaries. Then we drink some whiskey and fuck again and smoke cigarettes. She is good to be with but I have to go back to Montreal on Monday. "Call me Tom, Mom." He would say. "Tommy is a little boy's name." Then he would flash that dazzling smile at her and melt her heart all over again. Mary knew that young people had to grow up. They had to go out into the world and live their own lives. But Tommy... her Tommy, he was still so innocent. So unready for the evils of the world. He was like his father that way. Always believing the best of others. Always ready to help out. That was what had taken her Ron out on that rainy night, 12. I waited a couple weeks to start my plan. I wanted my sister, Connie, to let down her guard.After three weeks, I decided that it was time to make my move. I picked out a pajama top that would clearly show my nipples through the fabric. I acted oblivious to the fact that when I bent over, Tom would have a clear view of my tits. I looked for every excuse that I could to lean over and show my tits to Tom. Talking to my sister was the best excuse of all.Once I know he would be staring, I made eye. ...terra, mare, carne.......i opted for the terra.......earth.....meaning a vast selection of earth products'' looking over at me you smile, that smile I love so much and return your smile, starting to eat we begin to talk more freely and happily about everything from world politics to the weather and before long we were onto a main meal of a simple spinach lasagna still happily talking we finished with a desert of a white chocolate panna cotta with stewed strawberries, and coffee still joking.