Mrs. Wharton, it seemed was very ill, and Mom had been thinking about visiting her anyway. Dad was going to be gone, as usual on Saturday nights. Mind..., as always, complained that she wasn't a baby anymore, and she didn't need me to babysit her. Somewhere in there, she managed to wink in my direction, so I griped a little myself before agreeing that I would stay home with her.Mom left a little before 7 p.m. with a promise that she'd be back not later than 10. I grumped a little and walked her. . I wonder what that man was yelling about. It seemsvery important to him." My thought was that he'd been shaken up pretty badly. Sometimes thesethings can affect you mentally. He might not remember what he'd just saidwhen he wakes up tomorrow in the hospital bed," reassured Oliver as hemade the final turn towards the lake side cabin.Both of them were somehow glad that they were now back to the beautifulsight of their holiday log cabin, a big, welcome difference to thehorrific scenery of the. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have said that." Even if you meant it," she said."Yep. Even if I had been thinking it, I should have found a better way to tell you."I don't think that is what she expected to hear."Your father and I were talking. We think that maybe we've overstayed our welcome."I sighed. I hated feeling guilty and this was a big dose. Fortunately, for me, I had just had an introspective moment. I could act, without reacting. So I didn't answer her right away. I could tell that. Perhaps she would break orders and come and wake him up? Or maybe she would get up and walk around, breaking the rules? Or maybe even, she would leave?After about ten minutes he got up and made his way to the kitchen without dressing. And there, on the kitchen floor, on her knees, with her eyes down on the floor, she was. His naked beauty. She had medium length, blonde hair that ran slightly past her shoulders. Her frame was quite small, and her boobs would fill B cups well, but perhaps look.