I closed the door and when I entered the lounge she was on the sofa with her nightdress pulled up, knees bent exposing her womanhood to me."Come on Pe...er, fuck your mother, I want you to do it now," she said looking direct at me."My name isn't Peter and I'm not your son!" I said to her but my eyes were firmly focused between her legs."Of course you're Peter and you have always fucked me, every day sometimes."I realised now the woman was not at all with it and it wasn't sleepwalking, for she was. Xxx Flicker on the silver screen. Like all moments where life springs, time stood still. You watched them kiss. Lips meshed, eyes closed. You were enthralled. You moved closer to the screen. You traced the outline of his jaw. You felt her full hot lips upon you. You felt the honey drip. Freeze frame. The silver screen. You moved closer still. Vision blurred as you kissed her too. A mass of dots made your tears swell. Pull back. Play. Silver tears. You could taste them, and yet you were. Unable toresist, I opened the draw of the vanity and took out various items ofmakeup. As I spread foundation across my face, applied powder and startedto work on my eyes, the structure of my face subtly altered. Before myeyes, it morphed and shifted until my skin - (previously rough with beardstubble) - was porcelain smooth; my - somewhat overlarge nose - becamepert with a cute tilt at the tip. My eyebrows retreated into a pair ofsmooth arches; and my eyes widened and changed colour from brown. She never came home and was calling Los Angeles home. Her Mom said she was engaged, and later I heard she was pregnant. I don't know if being on the West coast changed her, or if she was just that type of girl. For some reason, I wasn't really heartbroken, just a little ego-shaken.I had sort of lost touch with Matt during the year, just sending a couple emails during our busy freshman years. He was having a hard time keeping up with studies and the crush of the football season. He too was not.