The drive to her apartment was not a long one. It was a beautiful evening and they went by way of the park and the mountain that are part of the centr...e of Montreal, seeing the city laid before them under the dark sky sprinkled liberally with stars. Frances’ high rise apartment was lit by the full moon shining through the floor to ceiling windows so they needed no further light. Gianni embraced her and kissed her, first gently and then more deeply. “Francesca mia, did you have fun tonight?” he. So, what have you got to wear? It has to be hot, Mom, because I want to enjoy looking at my gorgeous Mom for one more night before I have to go back to watching her wear baggy sweaters and shorts when Dad returns.''You're incorrigible, Mark,' but he was reaching over and caressing her knees and thighs again as she spoke, and all D could do was grin as she went on. 'I hope we're not going anywhere where anyone will know me, Mark. That would be just too much. If you promise, I might try and find. She came at Francine again, desperate to finish her. This time Francine managed to knock the rapier out of Patti's grasp. Her opponent was disarmed! What a Heaven sent opportunity for the bleeding Francine!"Finish her, Francine! Kill her. Kill her!" screamed the delighted Frederica. But Francine stepped back and allowed Patti to retrieve her weapon. Whatever else, she was a true sportswoman. Francine might be proud and arrogant to a fault, but she was very definitely not one to take advantage. I didn’t talk dirty to him like I did when I was angry with him and stuck in traffic. I hung up on him when things got really crazy. Why did it feel so damn sexy? Why did I masturbate after I hung up, and why did it feel so much better than at other times?When I got home from work, John was not there. I got a phone call just as I went to the kitchen to start supper, and it was him. I don’t know why but I hesitated to answer. I finally answered with a tentative “Hello?”“Hey, Mom, I won’t be home.