I stumbled through the living room and into the kitchen. My mother was standing on stool, putting groceries away on the top shelf of a cupboard. My si...ght was a little blurred but I didn't miss the way her long, smooth legs brightened the room up with a freshness and vitality that somewhat surprised me. She wore cut-off jeans and a red checkered shirt that was tied off just below her large breasts. I shook my head in order to jar the sinful thoughts and fully awaken."I see you're finally awake.. I watched her soft, sensual lips move with each word as I fought back the urge to kiss her."I really don't want to go snorkeling. I was hoping we could just stay here if you don't mind," Sarah said softly. "Uh, sure, I mean if you don't want to go, that's fine with me," I replied, wondering why she had changed her mind.She began slowly moving her hands over my chest. Her silky smooth fingers slid softly over my trembling skin. I tried to speak but she placed a finger on my lips.She returned her. You learn to live with it, to stop reacting, and consider your actions. Training in a martial art can help you too; the discipline is good for your mind, and means you are less likely to succumb to knee-jerk impulses.”“And how long does that take?” I asked. “To learn to live with it?”“I don’t know, seventy years?” she suggested. “It doesn’t happen all at once, obviously. It’s a process.“You also need to stop being so hard on yourself,” she continued. “Yes, you made some mistakes. Who hasn’t?. "Open up!" she mouthed.Shaking with anger, Don threw up the window."What do you want?" he almost shouted."Shhhh..." MaryAnn whispered. "I just wanted to tell you that I'll be in my room tonight waiting for you." You must be out of your mind..." Don blurted."Don't you think we ought to discuss... what happened? It doesn't matter if it's late... you and Mom have a good time and after... we'll talk." With that, she disappeared from sight and Don heard the sound of light footsteps running back.