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“Good Same old same old around here I’m not sure where your father is…?” She craned her neck to see out the door, shaking her head, her eyes flashing with annoyance My heart pluo was soone was not fun

“Moently, “Dad died back in 1992, remember? Nic and I were only little” Her face clouded over as the ine how painful it would be having to be rele day

“What happened?” she asked me tearfully I explained it to her as I did every week: He’d had cancer of the liver He’d fought hard for a year, then it had spread so much that treatether, creating memories

Me from my mother

I stayed with Mo and then headed back hoh time to kick back and relax for a few minutes and then be on my way

I threw a frozen dinner in the h for five rabbed a can of soda and took it over to the sofa Setting it down on the coffee table, I arrived back in the kitchen just as the microwave finished

Yum Frozen pot roast

I stabbed at it withdown the flavorless reat, but it still beatI forced the last mouthful down, and threw the container in the trash Maybe I needed to hire a personal chef

I freshened up—by which I ed my shirt, then headed out I drove toward the hotel whereabout Mo Toobackward That had to be a bad sign The worst thing about it was deep down, if I were completely honest with myself, a small part of me looked forward to the time when I could start the next phase of uilty even thinking about it, andI could to help Mom now After all she’s done for me, it mortified er around Don’t get , I kneas un to my head Plenty of other people have problems and deal with them

I was definitely not as together as the front I put on

Chapter Five

Have you ever had that thought where you find yourself in a ot there?

Take right then for exae of the bath in the penthouse of one of thenaked Oscar-winning actress bent over in front ofmy cock up her ass And this was one hell of a bathroom to fuck anyone in; marble and brass everywhere, spotlessly clean (at least it was five e bath I hoped to be soaking in later That was the one thing I missed in my apartment—a bath

For sixty, Melinda Diveno certainly still had a healthy sexual appetite She was “happily” married to her husband of over twenty years, but what I foundabout her was that out of respect to hiraphic sex scene Yet she saw no problerand to fuck her senseless twice a month

“Oh lord, harder!” she cried, craning her neck as htened This was it—she was about to orgasm, and I wasn’t far off either Whoever said you couldn’tpaid for sex