I had recently broken up with my ex whom tore my fragile emotions of love .. However, it's not all doom and gloom. I walk her home and she invites me ...inside, it's very utilitarian and quiet. She'd lost her husband some years prior and I think she needed some hot, manly, rough love. I ask her if she's okay, she replies "I wouldn't mind some company, especially from a handsome young man such as yourself." We go inside and she brings out some more drinks and a couple of Carltons' she seductively. It is a fine evening stars are out in force and the moon hangs lightly covered in a small array of clouds.Kerrie has moved. Now talking with a woman she knows from town. She moves swaying almost slow dancing as she talks. I watch. Moving closer until I am behind her but facing away. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives. “Morning, sweetie.” Helen purred throatily, as she sat on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed. “I’ve missed you, Jason.”“Holy shit.” Jason breathed out.Jason had forgotten what his mother had said a few nights back about getting an outfit just for when she was cleaning his room. Making plans with Emma, having fun with Karla, and all the revelations with Sarah, had meant that it had completely flown his mind. Looking at his mother now though made him wonder how that had been possible.Helen. I’d had a bit of a crush on Brenda for a while. She was way too old to notice me, though she was still dark-haired and neat and tidy, and she had that headmistress type of strict bossiness that drew me.And because she was so much older, and Mum’s friend, my thoughts were totally inappropriate.My thoughts. They were whirling round in my head like the images on my ceiling were rearranging themselves.A fantasy started to form, a kind of wishful thinking, allowing my imagination free rein. The.