The four figures I had seen earlier in my room and outside my house were now standing on either side of the table. The first instinctive reaction to a... situation like this would be to panic; however, I did not do that. It wasn't because I didn't want to but because of what one of the things did next. It reached out and lightly hovered it's fingers over my forehead. I instantly felt further relaxed and unafraid. My mind was at ease. It was strange but I suddenly felt happy or like this was. I couldn't work out why he'd "played away" with someone like her, I'd heard the stories about middle aged men going with young sexy women to get their youth back but HER !My mom wore glasses, and was a bit plump but even then she was a lot sexier then his mistress.My mom kept poisoning me against him, saying how much he'd ruined her life, and I started to hate him.He had a weekend a month where I stayed with him but though I always tried to get out of it, my mom insisted that I go.Relations. Disturbed, she decided to investigate. In the darkness she slid her feet into her slippers, picked up a shawl from the back of her the chair by her dressing table, wrapped it around herself and, crossing the bare parquet boards of the cold room, stepped out onto the landing which led to the staircase. From a shelf beside the door she struck a safety match then lit the candle housed in a small metal and glass lamp hanging below it. Carefully removing the lamp from its hook she made her way. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘Your husband doesn’t know about this does he?’ He felt her shake her head. ‘And you’re taking care of your kids, aren’t you?’ he continued. This time he felt her nod. He started caressing her back. ‘What we have is special, isn’t it?’ he asked. Linda looked at him. ‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘I…I never knew sex could be like it is with you.’ ‘Is it wrong for you to have something special?’ he asked. Linda smiled wanly, shrugged, then shook her head. ‘Even a first-year psychology.