"If I can," she told him. "I will tell you anything you want to know." Fair enough," the man smirked. "First, if your life is so painful, whydo you fr...quent bars in search of men in this guise?" I sometimes go to gay bars. Male, or female," she quipped, but sighedwhen he only glared at her."Look, I might not be looking for a relationship any longer, but Istill like a little company now and then," I told him pointedly, givinghim a half smile as I tried to be casual about my nakedness before. The funniest son of a bitch I know. But no matter how hard I or Mom try to get him to, he refuses to go into comedy. I guess he makes more money doing... whatever it is he does.Finally, standing by the stove in a cute sleeveless top and a long skirt with a frilly apron and brunette hair cascading to her ass is my mother, Abigail. Do you see the pattern here? She is the kindest, sweetest, most down to earth woman I have ever met. She is also the most gorgeous, with only the barest traces of fat. ..”I cleared my throat to bring them back to reality before things got too obscene, which was always a danger with Teresa.“Okay, you two. I’m off to lunch, so you can’t stay together anymore.” I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb back to the register. “Julio, you keep an eye on the front. Teresa, I want you to actually straighten the magazines.”As she went at her task, Teresa glanced to the front of the store. “Who’s the cutie?”“My lunch date.” Then I added quickly, “so don’t go getting any. She knew that things could end badly and that she could easily get hurt, but to her, the erotic and perverse thought of sexual intercourse and abusive rape over came any rational or reasonable thought! Nor being innocently naive did she think the picture he had sent was of someone else? She finally with much hesitation agreed to meet this stranger and had left a short note for her husband that said, I love you and not to worry, as she would be back later that evening or some time the following.