One picture showed Louise reclining sexily on the couch -- the very couch on which we were now seated -- with her right hand held behind her head in a... classic pose, right leg lifted at the knee, and a lovely, somewhat imperious expression on her pretty face. As in the picture hanging above us over the couch, there was a healthy amount of pubic hair visible as well, but in this case, her legs were close together, so nothing between her lovely thighs was winking at us.The other two 8 x 10s. I guess you two are all set then! One more thing though.Before you guys leave, you gotta touch the book." She tapped the oldleather thing with her finger. "Standard procedure. Something like atradition. Think of it as good luck."Julie and Emma looked at each other a shrugged. Julie reached her handout and tapped the cover. The leather was unnaturally smooth forsomething that looked so old. Emma went out to touch it next."Ow!" Emma let out a yelp as a bright blue bolt of static jumped out. Suddenly, he spotted it. Quickly turning into the parking lot he looked over the car trying to establish if it was indeed his mom’s car. He peered around surveying the business whose lot he was in and saw the sign almost above his head. “ADULT BOOKS AND MOVIES” it read in bold letters. “PRIVATE BOOTHS” in smaller letters it read just below that. No way was this his mom’s car, not in here no fucking way. His mom would never go into this place, never! Bummed out about not being able to catch up. “Your mother, yes, I think. Aunt Wendy, I very much doubt. She’s gone full-blown man-hater ever since she broke up with Daddy/Uncle Troy. I think that the truth is that she loved him most of all and hated him for it. That would explain why she never moved on and found another man. Her love wasn’t healthy. It was toxic, fearful of society’s disapproval, at times jealous and even possessive, often obsessive, you name it, it was that. Whatever happened to the baby, no one knows. Not even the sex.