We ordered some drinks. I had made up my mind that I was going to get tipsy tonight. “Oh, girl! You puttin off some good vibes t’night. De mens in...here be lookin hard,” she whispered. “They are looking at you, Trina. They always look at you,” I said. “Shoot, girl. Don you know what you look like? Des mens dey be lookin at you, t’night,” she scolded. We sat in silence for awhile, waiting on our drinks and fries. I may be family with one of the most Cajun of women, but I could not bring myself to. Around the corner, Mom was stretching her head over her shoulder, trying to look at the back of her leg, her hand pulling up the edge of the shorts on her right leg.“Something wrong,” I asked.“No,” she replied. “My leg hurt for a minute. I was trying to see if that bruise is still there.”Before Mom could react, I reached down and pulled the leg of her shorts up.“Yup, still there,” I confirmed.“Eric!” Mom pushed my hand away and quickly looked around, looking relieved when she saw we were alone.. These weren't so harmful, and she actually found it erotic to know that strangers, thousands of strangers, might be masturbating to her image.The picture that rocked her was one of her in her bedroom, nude, sucking the cock of the dark black mailman. This was a series and there were pictures of her sucking and fucking and taking his cum into her wide open mouth. Gladys didn't know what to say...she wanted to bawl her son out for posting these, but after all, she was cheating on her husband so. Handsome would be an understatement to his looks. He was rugged and dressed like a J Crew catalog. Arnie had left a string of broken hearts over the campus, as well as a string of willing conquests. They had been friendly, but he had never come on to her, sensing her lack of interest and knowing she was younger."Arnie, what's up? I only have a few minutes to Dr. Gendrons class and this is my breakfast and probably my lunch, so I'm a little rushed." She said as politely as she could."When does.