The difference was that my dad was good at covering his tracks. My mother was just a whore. Thinking back on it, more than one of their arguments star...ted out with, "So what, I gave him some pussy."It was after one of those arguments that my mother disappeared. We were too young to really understand what had happened and they didn't tell us the whole story at first. They'd had their argument about my dad finding out that my mom had slept with some guy and at the time I didn't know anything about. When we was back at his house we sat on the couch he turned on some TV show that none of us was paying attention to and we had a few more drinks after about 10 minutes I lent over and kissed him and to my surprise he grabbed me and passed me back so hard and fast it was hot after we stopped I asked him if anyone was going to be back home and he said no I smiled as I looked around his plane family looking home pictures on the wall of their wedding she's very attractive and instantly I was wet. “Good, you understand. You will be sent instructions at 15:00 your hours. Follow them.” The rest of his e-mail reappeared in his in-box. He was a nervous wreck the balance of the day and the message arrived promptly with a complete shopping list and locations of the shops where the supplies were to be purchased; instructed him what to wear, what to bring and where to be at “2300 your hours”. Gene was out of his chair and out of the door as soon as he was able to do it, mumbling something about. You haven’t come yet. I mean thank you for accepting my invitation. Are you ready to be entertained?”The frog in my throat said yes.“Good. But there’s been a change of plans. The show’s going to be at our apartment, Laura’s waiting for us. Little misunderstanding with management. Come with me.”She grabbed my hand and led me back out the front door to my car and directed me as I drove us to her apartment. It was a first-floor unit and when we entered, soft funky music was playing and there was a.