The next morning at breakfast she ignored me and Taylor. We both tried to apologize and Karen treated us like we were not even there. We received this...silent treatment for three days.On the third day Taylor and I were watching TV in the den when Karen entered and stood in the middle of the room. She looked first to me and then to Taylor and then said, “How could you?” Taylor and I got up and cautiously approached her. There was a terrible hurt in her eyes.“How could you?” she repeated. “How. We’ll have lunch. You shall have your favourite hors d’oeuvres. My suite is in the west wing, number three-zero-two, on the second floor.” She saw that Max responded to this suggestion by getting an enormous boner. She briefly stroked its outline in his board shorts. She said, “I want that later, several times.” It got even bigger. Max attended punctually. Em liked that in a young man. She opened the door to him clad in a little beach party top and pants. He liked that. She could see evidence. On the wall were several depictions of how his book might look; the women had been working on it already in anticipation of capturing his business. He was sat down on a plush sofa and Dolores sat closely to him. Though air-conditioned the room was slightly warm and her sweet scent permeated his lungs. She removed her top to reveal a tight white blouse, which in turn revealed an ample cleavage; she leant across him to take a glass from the table and seemed to linger to allow him a good view. He. After a half hour of standing in the shower I knew I had to get out. Turned the water off, grabbed a towel and dried-off. As I went to grab my clothes I noticed they were gone. I figured that mom probably grabbed them and threw them in the hamper. So I put the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom.As I entered my parent’s room I saw my mom sitting on the bed. “We need to talk,” she said as I tried to walk past her.“Can we do it later?” I asked.“No,” she said as motioned for me to.