He had helped my brother get a job when he was struggling and my mother was very grateful to him.I went down to help my mother in the kitchen. I said,... "Everything seems to be done. Why did you call me?"I sounded petulant as I did not like my mother constantly ordering me around as my mother seemed to have everything in hand and she did not need me there. But I soon realised why she asked me to come down, "I wanted to talk to you before your uncle arrives. It has now been over 5 years since your. She had known Greg for a couple of years but had only recently begun to think of him as more than her Dads mate. She had been bored of college boys, all they wanted to do was feel her up, and get into her panties. She was aware of her beauty and that she attracted a lot of attention, but she was not vain, and she wanted someone who wanted her for more than her looks. She was average height, beautiful clear ivory skin, dark chestnut brown hair, and sparkling green eyes, slim and toned with pert. I still remember that dad and mom were very upset as was the whole village. The priest that came after the late bishop needed a place to live for a few months until the monastery was restituted. Dad was the first man in the village to insist on welcoming the new priest in our house as we had an empty guest room. Dad said that the priest staying in our home would be a blessing for our family.The rest of the village was a little apprehensive when they knew that the priest assigned to our village. I rarely saw my father after that as he’d moved to the East coast because of a new job, and I hated it whenever I’d gone for a visit. After a while it really didn’t matter much to me anymore and I was perfectly content to live alone with my mother. It was only natural of course that after an appropriate amount of time that she started dating again. That was never an issue for me either. I wasn’t so self-centered that I didn’t care about her happiness, or her sex-life, which even back then I.