I remember mom and I sleeping together in the same bed back when I was in like the first or second grades of school and we even took baths and showers... together. That all seemed to change thou when I would sometimes get a hard on while we showered or bathed together and she told me we should not shower and bath together any more, since I was getting older and could wash myself without any help from her.When things changed again for us is shortly after I turned s*******n and in high school. I had. I overdid it a little and grew tired, so I took a nap on the porch swing while Mrs. K took a shower and rested for a bit herself in her bedroom.I woke when a shadow moved over me for a second. Blinking my eyes open, I saw a glass of elderflower lemonade on the small table next to the swing. Dew clung to the outside. Then I noticed Mrs. K on the sun lounger. She was lying on her front, and my gaze was drawn to her tush. She had put on bikini bottoms, or perhaps she’d already had them on under. I wish I knew how to disguise myself and get a false identity like you do. That woman! She’s a spiteful horrid bitch. She’ll hurt me just to hurt Simon.”“I could be your mutual point of contact,” I said, volunteering before I thought it through.“I might need that if I decide to go. But that’s not why I came.”“What’s up?”“Simon says give you a retainer.” She was fishing in a purse the size of Lake Washington and I was sure she’d come out with a floppy salmon. Instead, she emerged with a little. I can find my way around, but..." she paused, thinking 'Tell the truth.' "Um, I haven't been situated here very long. I've visited Atlanta a few times with my parents and all ... but other than the landmark places like the stadium, and the underground, I rally don't know my way around. However, I'm resourceful enough. I can get a map or Google an address, and find it easily enough."Miss Gardenia nodded, apparently accepting her answer."Tell me, why do you want to be an escort?"Ellie shifted her.