It wasn't your fault, or mine. I... I..."She backed up and looked at her son. He looked so grown up. So much likehis father, he looked older now. Ther... was a look in his eyes, the lookof someone who looked inward and was unhappy with what he saw.And Bobbie, who was this amazing girl?And how was Tim so lucky?"You two have fun tonight. I'll stay out of your way. But Tim. Tomorrowmorning, we need to talk." Myka smiled, happy to see her son happy.Thanks Bobbie. Who are you, you angel?***Tim stood. . I'm headed home" a couple seconds later she replied with "address?" I returned home to one of the houses i was renting,about 10 minutes later she texted "on my way"I sat and lit a joint waiting for her arrival at 3:44 am she arrived,to my surprise as soon as i opened the door she kissed me,i pulled her in and closed the door,we continued kissing as i grabbed her ass and held it,seconds later i was fully hard,she pushed me down on the sofa and start to take my pants off I pulled my shirt off. It was definitely a new personal low. In spite of the annoyance I felt, I had to admit it was a bit amusing. At least it would be in a moment, I thought. I fought to keep the conflicting emotions off my face and allowed myself a dry smile. ‘I’m not selling cookies and I’m not with the Girl Scouts, Mrs. Stanton.’ She blinked in confusion. ‘You’re not?’ ‘No,’ I assured her. ‘I’m Candice Kane, manager of Kane Lodge. I was hoping to speak to your husband.’ I doubt I could’ve dumbfounded her more if. Or I tried to ... can’t remember exactly what happened. For some reason I found her truly desirable. But why? Is this how it feels to wake up, after a binger, and learn you’ve made love to the ugliest woman in town?I honestly don’t know, but there are more questions than answers and it pisses me off to no end. “What the fuck are they doing to us?”Pop. The casket opens half an inch allowing a thin white border of light to encircle my dwelling.“Any second now,” I think to myself.Swoosh. The.