You can live with me downtown for a while but frankly I'm not tokeen on waking up and seeing a boy, sorry a young man, at the breakfasttable. However ...e can start that way for a week or two if we have to butwe need to figure out something else." Stop." What?" Marnie stop. Let me say something."I felt tears welling up and cursed myself. I had been unwanted too longand I had to do something. "Oh shit you don't know how hard this is." Hard. Andrew I started with nothing. You should try living as a. Deal?” The clothespin grazes my nipple, caressing up and down, back and forth.“No, Tessa,” says Byron, “my offer’s final, so take it or leave it.” The clothespin squeaks open to embrace my nipple. Oh god, he’s gonna clamp just the tip…“It’s a deal,” I yell, stamping my feet like a little girl. “It’s a fucking deal.”The clothespin doesn’t waver. My clueless nipples jut like they can’t wait to make the damn thing’s acquaintance. A shiver runs through me as Byron’s nose nuzzles into my ear, his. But she stuck by me, sometimes not approving of my behavior, but always loving me.I didn't clean up my act until my late 30's and I've been using the ten years since to make it up to my Mom for all the worries that I caused her. So that's why when Mom calls, I come. Even if it's to wash her freakin' cats.I walked into Mom's house the next day after work and she was dressed for war. Even though it was about 80 degrees out, Mom was dressed in Levi's and a long sleeve sweat shirt. Mom's about 5'. "She was fucking rampant!" I heard him exclaim, to which his mate guffawed before asking "How did you explain those to the wife?" As I walked in he'd evidently been showing his friend the friction burns he'd acquired on both knees and elbows after that particularly frantic 'match'….Personally, I'm not really sure what to make of her. In her early thirties, a good few years younger than Ian, she's no doubt a good looking woman, with long blonde curly hair, which softens her angular features..