"That was a few years ago when I was in high school," I clarified. "Now I just play for fun. A friend and I take on all comers at school."Sara, who wa...sn't playing, must have noticed my interest in the way her husband was talking to Patti. She sat down next to me. "He's being a real jerk today. Don't pay any attention to him, Sammy."Did she really think I would take my eyes off of her husband? "Why is he being a jerk?" It may be because Michael wasn't invited and Patti was."I attempted a laugh,. The host led us to the back and seated us at a dimly lighted private booth for two with a heavy wrap-around curtain. The club itself was full but not packed, with about a couple arms-length distance between guests. The centrally-located dance floor was slightly more packed. Moderately loud house music seemed to be the dominant musical style and conversing would require either a very loud voice or close proximity. A hostess came over shortly with two stem glasses and opened bottle of Dom. “That’s why I’m begging you. He could never go with an outside woman, because then somehow people will know. You live in our house. You are not an outsider. So there is no danger of anybody finding out. Besides, at his age do you think that he will be very demanding? Just let him hold you once in a while. That’s all.” She kept on talking like this, obstinately, angrily, beseechingly. “Don’t forget,” she told my mother. “One word from me and you and your son will be thrown out of this house in. Nightgowns sometimes, nightshirts, occasionally a short t-shirt along with panties. He recalled the safe, warm feeling he had in his mother’s bed. He remembered how she smelled. There was a hint of whatever perfume she wore then. If it was a warm night, there might be a hint of sweat, which combined with her perfume or body spray could make an intoxicating combination.“Oh, no way,” came out in another faint whisper.Memories of cuddling up behind his mother were filling his mind. She always felt.