."Moira laughed, quietly, before seeing the expression on my face. Then she settled back down next to me. "I can bet you're a little confused at this ...oint. You have been pretty out-of-it since Gary found you. And what's happened is certainly not something you'd expect."Okay, where to start. Well, I guess I can start with Gary. He got very rich very young, quit his life, bought this boat, and now he does what he pleases and goes where he may. He's a real sweetie, very laid back, and not stuck. Tim left his briefcase on the floor where it dropped and with his arm around her waist, walked Mom into the kitchen where I was mixing drinks for us. With the dinner ready any time we were, we took our drinks into the family room. It had a large couch. Plenty large for Tim to sit in the middle and Mom and me on either side of him. This allowed him to move the drink from hand to hand and allow access to one or the other of us to stroke legs and thighs, bare shoulders and an occasional breast.Tim. He laughs and says, “True.”“Anyway, it’s not illegal for university professors and students to get together.”He nods and fiddles with the label on the wine bottle. “Just frowned upon.”“I never felt like you took advantage of me, in case you’ve ever wondered about that.” I tap his arm to make my point. “Your conscience is clear. I was old enough to know what I was getting into.”“I appreciate you saying that,” Mark says.His eyes feel like lasers, burning through my retinas, and I look. "Come in, come in and help" she cried. Tears filled her eyes in both embarrassment and fear of whoever may be her rescuer. A nervous looking face peered in to the bathroom, finally settling on her tear scarred face. The mans look softened to her. "How can I help? What has happened." He asked. As best as she could through her own crying she explained her predicament. He quietly knelt down and peered into the bath. A blush rapidly rose up his throat and almost to his eyebrows. " I'm sorry miss.