She undid the buttons on my shirt front, pulling it out of the waistband of my trousers and then taking it right off. She dropped it over my jacket on...the back of the chair beside us. Then, turning back ran her hands through the light furry down of what passes for hair on my chest. I held her to me and we kissed some more. We could both feel the passion this time. I reached for the zip of her dress, but she stopped me."One moment..."She crossed to the door of my suite, looked briefly through. ” he said summoning his courage. “Can I have a private dance please.” I looked at him, from behind my mask. He shouldn’t be here. He was too young, and should be studying. But I wasn’t his mother, his tutor, yes, mother no. “You pay at the bar, while you’re there, tell the barmaid to bring me a drink sweetie,” I said. He was nervous, I wondered if he was a virgin. That would be nice. I squeezed his cock thorough his trousers, then sat back, legs spread, while he undressed. His cock was hard. I. Your situation. But youlove those books. It took you years to build that collection." I think you're confusing me with John," I said, looking directly ather. "I'm Alex, mother. I'm a girl. John is dead. You should know that.You've reminded me of... how did you put it... Oh yeah, my situation,enough times."Mom lurched away from me to the bed. She buried her face in her hands.Her body trembled and she began to sob. Seeing her weep, I feltashamed. I hurried over and put my arms around her. "I'm. I am dripping wet, but not cold. A gentle breeze lifts my tangled hair from my clenched eyes, Eyes I am too scared to open. I roll onto my back, and dig my hands into the ground. They come away filled with sand. I hear it trickle back to the ground. I listen intently, hearing the swish of water that seemed so close. I am thirsty. I can’t remember the last time I had a drink. My throat is dry, each time I swallow my throat burned in agony. My lips are cracked and sting as salt brushes against.