It made it difficult to maintain the professionalism she kept as a standard. She like him and the account paid well but? She complained frequently a...fter returning home from his sales calls. I responded quite in passing and without so much a thought – so fuck ‘em? It was insensitive to her frustrations and quite thoughtless as to any consequences on my part. A month or so later she commented about his behavior again. I repeated my quip – so fuck ‘em, to which she responded – I did! That. . I... " she stammered. I thought she would really be flustered if she knew I had been a witness to her antics with my mother on Saturday night. "Look Jennifer, it is pretty obvious to me that you and my mother have something very special going on, and I am very happy for you." She tried to interrupt, but I continued "Don't try to deny it or tell me it's something else. You two love each other and you want to make her happy. I think that's great, but I don't think she would want you to give up. ” “I know you wouldn’t,” she replied sweetly. She looked at me and I looked back.There was a silent moment and then she put her hand on my chin, thumb on one side, 4 fingers on the other and held it as she came over and kissed me lips. It wasn’t like other kisses. Those were friendly, motherly type kisses (at least on her part).This was a REAL kiss. Tender, sensual, erotic. No tongue, just a firm, tender kiss on the lips. It was incredible. I don’t think I will ever forget that kiss as long as. He pointed out that he was living just down the hill and that he was an artist, and that he hadn't done much painting lately because he was lacking inspiration! I didn't know much about painting, although I heard a lot about inspiration. He made it clear to me that art was worthless without women, that art was in need of women and that without women there would be no art at all! So he brought on his easel, the brushes and paints - and then he looked straight at me. I had the day free, and had.