Fuck, this is it, I think. Everyone gets up out of their seats almost in unison to collect their bags and get off the train. I stay seated, no need fo... me to rush, I think, as I try and calm myself down. I explain to myself that everything will be ok because we have had such great conversations on-line. But that’s part of the problem isn’t it. Peoples personas on-line are different. I mean, some people are the same no matter what, but others can be braver, more outgoing when they don’t have to. I'm guessing that will be the only thing to reveal anything, and if what Cate told me is true, it would be equivalent to what you went through the other day." I couldn't help but blush, imagining what Cate described regarding what we were doing at the time, but the good doctor ignored my embarrassment. Ryan rattled off a series of tests for Rebecca to run. She nodded and hurried out to find the necessary equipment."Now that that's done," Allison continued speaking for me, "Alex wants to know. I lay in bed waiting to see how how it took for him to return. I fought off the urge to sleep. A very long period passed before he did return. Sometimes I fell asleep and found his bed empty. All these elements started to accumulate in my mind. I was determined to find out the truth. I was simulateneously disgusted and aroused by the thought of Matthew fucking our own mother. Mom is a pain woman, beautiful in her way. She has short dark hair that has a few grey hairs woven into it and round. She looked like she’d either been crying or wanted to cry. Maureen felt sorry for her. She couldn’t tell much more. The little girl had dark, maybe black hair. The picture was in black and white so she couldn’t get any clues about complexion, and the thing was so small eye color would have been impossible to tell. It wasn’t her anyway. She never looked like that.Maureen kept staring at the face in the picture. She was tired. She wanted to go to bed. Sitting on the sofa with her mother looking.