The buildings outside leafed out of the morning light and assumed their usual solid, reality, the sounds of the city were back to normal. The day even... seemed warmer, I’d come out of the far side of the necropolis and I was still alive. More than that I cared about being alive. I did as Jessica suggested, went home and got myself sorted out, things are coming together, the writing’s much better and I’ve even got an agent now. Other men – greater and lesser than I am – would have gone back and. She was trying to remove moms head from her cunt which was glistening with my mother's saliva. My mother was trying to cover her large breasts with her hands without too much success. "Oh Fuck Mac darling how did you come?" said my naked wife , her mouth open wide with shock. I looked down at her. "I think I should be asking the questions. What is going on?" I said. My hands were shaking from the shock of the revelation.Mother said "Don’t blame Karen...it's my fault. I made her do it. See, son. Five women were in the changing room already, in varying states of physical prowess and undress, and Sam enjoyed a very cursory look as Susan followed Debbie to the lockers. He trusted Susan to be smart enough to make this subtle and so he sat back and relaxed. Debbie kept appearing in stolen glances, as postcards from a Victorian peep show, and each glance brought a new reward. First that sweater had gone to reveal a blue bra and wonderful, rounded breasts that made Sam gasp. Then she was. He groaned but it made sense. Taylor would shop whiledoing her best to go unnoticed by anyone. It was tough to do, she was agood looking woman when she got finished with her makeup and picked anappropriate outfit.Taylor felt scared as she went shopping for the first time, but nothinghappened. The fact that she had a wedding ring scared a lot of potentialsuitors off while other men were simply gentlemen towards her. Once shelost her initial anxiety, she felt liberated and able to shop withoutany.