I was willing toagree to almost anything to get her to keep doing that. I noddedyes."Just close your eyes and pretend," she continued. Pretend you a...eme; a 19 year old girl who just returned from a first date with a bighunk of a guy, a member of the football team. You were so excited togo out with this handsome guy. Think of how the two of you went todinner and then to a bar where you drank too much. You danced withhim and his hands were all over your body as he pressed close to youon the. "Frank Alan Kane, you will not make a big deal out of this. You can rant at me all you want. You can go kick cans and throw rocks. What you can't do is have a cow in front of Mom. If you make her feel self-conscious and ruin this, she may go back inside her shell. Do you understand me?"Frank twisted his mouth sullenly. "That's not playing fair." What's more important to you? Mom or your self-righteous anger?"He started trying to clean his shirt with a napkin, a chore that looked to be doomed to. When we got inside she told me to make myself at home and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked I would take a glass of water if possible. She said no problem and I sat on the couch. She came back into the room, placed two glasses of water on the coffee table and sat down next to me on the couch. She fired up the TV and then opened the Netflix app. She asked if I had a preference of what I wanted to watch and I said that it didn’t matter, I was up for anything. She searched and searched. ‘George didn’t fuck me either. But then, George isn’t any use in that department anymore.’ The hand traced the crack of my arse. ‘Well, you’ve probably exhausted the poor old fart,’ said Vicky. ‘Doubtless. Now, are you going to lend me this little joy toy or am I going to have to go and find someone else to give Lady Debra her just desserts?’ ‘Not tonight, Debs. I’m going to take her home now. I think we both need a little together time.’ ‘Cant say I blame you but then, you cant blame me for.