Afterwards, the three of us went mall crawling until even she was tired of shopping. She came back to the house with us an' Peter told me to cook. It ...as not that I minded cooking, or even that I minded her hangin' around; I just really needed Peter that day."I should make fuckin' peanut butter sandwiches," I muttered loud enough for him to hear.He got the message. "Be right back, babe." He kissed her forehead and followed me into the kitchen. "Do we have a problem?" Yeah!" I snapped back. "Is. No wife, and currently no girlfriend,’ I explained. ‘Oh goody, an unattached male,’ she enthused, clapping her hands together. ‘We’re fresh out at the moment.’ I laughed, but filed the information away for future reference. I turned to Marilyn, who was yet to say a word. ‘You look very professional and very attractive.’ I made sure I addressed both of them when I complimented them. ‘Thank you,’ Marilyn said softly. She seemed a bit shy, but perhaps it was because Molly was so outgoing. ‘And. I resigned myself to the increased clutter of makeup, cosmetics, and other feminine things around one of the two sinks in my bathroom. From watching my parents live together, I knew this was part and parcel of living with a beautiful woman.I went in to read on my iPad in the living room. I’d been there about twenty minutes when I sensed Mindy coming into the room. I looked up and there stood about the sexiest naked woman I’d ever seen. Well, she was wearing spike heels that signaled ‘fuck me’. When I was younger I just got used to strange men being at the breakfast table, and then never seeing them again. They were her “friends.” They called me every variation of buddy, guy, pal, sport, champ, etc. Everything but my name. My babysitter always had me asleep by 9PM, so I never heard them come in or what happened after. As I got older I started hearing and seeing things that completely changed how I thought about my mother.Now that I’m in high school I have a clear understanding of.