She walks over and turned on the bedside lamp, putting a whole new light on the predicament.“I knew you had a thing for my half-glasses, Jack,” Mo...m said with a smirk, telling me, “It’s hardly likely you have a problem seeing up close.”I’m glad I thought enough to have a bikers magazine on the bedside table, maybe I could tll Mom I have troubles seeing up close.Well, it seems Mom knows or has an idea that her glasses get me so fucking horny, if she looks under the covers I am so screwed.She sits. I want a normal life... Not this. I want to have a family, a life, do something with myself and be a man. Not a gay."Me: "So yesterday was your last day as gay?" - I asked ironically. Samer: "I was never gay, I just fucked."Me: "OK, I hope you realize it is time for you to pick up your stuff and move to your future wife, baby machine, passport printer, whatever you want to call her. I wish you a happy life, whatever you consider happiness." - I got really nervous and started to tear up. Samer:. Tara's eyes leaked tears, as she was the first to unravel the puzzle of what they were looking at. These bones were of a mother and her child, their skeletons mixed together somewhat as the mother had obviously been trying to comfort her child, even as they both died."Achar! Achar!" a voice challenged.As one the group turned, startled by the appearance of what could only be an android. They tried to speak with the droid, but couldn't get through to it, the language barrier proving. I stopped for dinner at Carl’s, and Gloria sat with me between waiting on customers. I was just finishing up when my phone rang. I checked the ID and answered it. “Heya Di, what’s up?”“Bo, got some information for you, can you talk?”I gulped down the last of my soda and said “Let me call you back in about 5. I’m finishing my dinner now and will call you right back.”I gave Gloria a quick kiss and left her $15 for dinner and tip, and told her I would take her home unless something came up. I then.