" No way!" Olivia exclaimed."Your mum was incredibly sexy," I recounted. "She possessed a natural eroticism that completely ensnared me." This is MY m...um we're talking about?" Oh yes. What started out as a simple fling became something much more serious for both of us. We'd eat out in fancy restaurants, stroll hand-in-hand along the Thames embankment, and then return to my apartment for a night of passionate sex." Mum? Sex? This doesn't sound very much like her." Your mum was very adventurous in. Or you could do the ‘About last night’ shit… nobody likes that.”“True, girl. You right. You right,” Fancy said. Shortly afterwards, she heard a knock on the door. She peered in. It was Lauren.“Hey, Grace, I got to go. Talk to you later, all right?” Fancy said.“All right, see you, sis.”“See you,” Fancy said with a smile on her face. Fancy hung up and went to the door and opened it. Lauren had a sick look on her face. Fancy smiled.“Hey, girl. I was just thinking about you.”“I can’t even think. But he doesn't have to act like it!"Sandra laughed. "He must think he's god's gift to the piano, too." Yeah, you'd think, by the way he was carrying on. Hey Jimmy, why don't you teach the fucking class!" Emily exclaimed."Richard could show him something about playing the piano." Mm hmm. Is he going to eat with us?" Emily asked."Yeah." Cool."There was some silence."Sorry I've been hogging Richard," Sandra said suddenly."Hogging?" Well, at the fountain I just kind of, you know ... and then we did. "Oh, this isn't for me," the young man told the watchman who was still reading the newspaper."I'm sorry, it must be for the other Anderson," the fat and apparently bumbling watchman apologized upon realizing his mistake. With a bit of concern in his voice the watchman, Bob, tried to keep from being fired. "Please don't tell him about this," he pleaded to the young man across the desk. "I have three kids to feed. Please, if it's not too much trouble." Don't worry, it happens." The young man gave.