“Nothing wrong with that,” Mark replied. “I’ve seen one of her pictures.”“And?” Mary Kaye laughed, and verbally pushed him into a corner.... He was going to talk about porn whether he wanted to or not.“I liked it,” Mark answered.But she wasn’t letting him off the hook just yet.“Oh, and what did you like about it, specifically?”From the corner of his eye Mark saw Jon smirking.“Um, let me put the sexual aspects aside for the moment,” he replied. “First off, there was a semblance of a plot. If I. He was likable enough, but I wasn’t terribly impressed. Nevertheless, I played the good neighbor and welcomed them to the community. It was after the birth of the baby before I had a chance to chat with Tara. Olivia was born in July, and the next month our street had a block party. Police closed off our block and all the residents came out with potluck casseroles and chips. I was into my third beer when Tara emerged from their house and sat on the curb beside me, with little baby on her knee. I. I said: “I want to make love to you again, mom” and kissed her. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I think I mentioned my mom might not have been that attractive to someone else. There was that sagginess hanging skin which was apparent when she was naked, and her bush was dark and thick and scruffy. Yet as you might know or at least guess from my writing, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after the first time.The second time was a simple missionary, but the beginning was more awkward. I squirmed in my chair, shaking my head, groggy from pleasure after the show I’d just enjoyed. The alarms. They were important, right? But I had been so distracted with his show of sexual prowess I just couldn’t focus on them. That was his plan all along! The door to my isolation room burst in and a squad of four men outfitted for a firefight charged in, all aiming their weapons at me. The Specialist had underestimated me. He continued to stare at me through the cameras. Four men with guns.