She thought she was just sexing me up a bit so that I could have something to read whilst I practice my five finger exercises. Little did she know.I s...one the torch onto the tape I held in my left hand."OK Boo-Ya, time to go up." I could almost feel his toothsome grin.The tunnel wasn't a long one. This wasn't wartime Germany. It was only 10 feet long, starting on our side by a rubbish tip which disguised it well enough from the eyes of our warders and carefully calculated to break into the open. I would drink every drop. Revel in it. It would be incredible. I shuddered, the doorknob creaking as I turned it.I pushed the door open. I couldn't stop myself from being a terrible mother. I peered into the dark room. Corey slept atop his covers in just a pair of boxers. The streetlight spilled through his window, picking out his dark form on his bed. The outline of hard muscles. I licked my lips. My towel slipped off my body as I stepped into the room.I closed the door behind me.I couldn't. My aunt Tillie had set up a mini family reunion of relatives of my Mom in nearby Arlington so we drove there to join them. There must have been fifty people there some I hadn,t seen in years, others Never before, even some had travelled from parts of Canada on my grandmother Maiseys side. Rick and Christina then met Grandma Maisey Christadoulou, their only living great grand parent as Grandpa Pete died in 1972! There must have been enough food barbecued by Tillie,s third husband Lloyd to feed. An awkward silence suddenly appeared in the room; she soon broke it."So, what were you up to before I knocked?" Nothing serious," I said. "Just lying here thinking about something." Oh yeah, what was it?"I shrugged. "Can't really put my finger to it – just something beautiful."She sipped her Coke; her eyes stared into mine. "Something beautiful you say," her hand then came up and rested on my thigh. "Can you describe it to me – what beautiful thing it was that you were busy thinking about?"My.