They support me and I support them. It keeps my feet on the ground."She poured the tea while he set about cooking some bacon, tomatoes and eggs for br...akfast. He fried some left over bread as well.Once again she assessed the man. He seemed to have everything clear; he had principles and put them into practice. More than that he had a unified perspective – everything about him hung together and he was so thoughtful for her. She realised that she was far from able to say the same.They worked. Here was my chance to disprove her illusions about bright, articulate and sincere. Red hair. Pale skin. Curves. Attraction. Fetish. Mistaking her for an Irish Catholic. Here was my perfect chance to escape, if I so desired, simply by opening up my mouth and being myself. “I’m not sure,” I blurted out. “I’m really not sure.” Honest. Mostly honest. And as of that moment, standing there with some brisket stuck between my teeth, and my clothes now smelling of fried onions, I was being honest. “Good. "Well....um...." I tried to form words and I hadn't yet taken the towel off of my hips, but I knew it was quite revealing that I had a giant hard-on in the last couple of minutes. "I thought since your father has been gone, I've been going through a bit of a rut. I know that you are as well. This way we can help each other out," she said as she slowly started to soap up her body. The more I looked at my mother, she was gorgeous. She had a great natural chest, a slight V shape shaved above her. " Oh, darn! And I was just getting used to the service!" grinned Jane.Jim grinned back and they traded cheerful banter as they both worked on supper.That night, they both went to their separate rooms, and each had trouble getting to sleep for thinking about the other. The sexual atmosphere on Sauna was very permissive because there was a real need to build up the population as soon as possible. Abortion and birth control were simply not available; there was no stigma attached to birth outside.