'I'm glad you were here when I talked to her.''I'm glad I got in first. How come you're still aroused?''It's the tea. Forget Viagra. Tea is the great ...British aphrodisiac; tea and cricket.''So that's why you keep feeding it to me; I can understand that, but everyone knows cricket's a soporific. You English are strange.' She sighed exaggeratedly. 'Well, the bed really is a bit small, so anything that takes up too much room is just going to be in the way. Lie back and think of cricket.''You didn't. Inside us.I know we can't stay very long. So I just close my eyes and hold you a little tighter, wanting each second here to here to carve itself into my being. I listen to the wind blowing, swaying branches in a hesitant dance. I know that winter air still seeps through places in the car that can never be entirely sealed off. But I only feel your warmth. The tapping against your chest,soft rhythms that can lull me into sleep. Something in me almost cracks then, so strong that I almost expect. He stood and held me tightly to him, ‘Tu sei una bella donna, mia amata, bella,’ he whispered in my ear and he kissed me hungrily on the lips. I missed the middle bit of that, I was going to look it up but I forgot. It actually means ‘my beloved’ but I didn’t know that then so I missed picking up his real feelings. I hugged him and stroked his back, right down to his bottom, then I pushed him back on the bed. ‘I want to suck that lovely cock,’ I said, ‘but don’t you dare cum!’ He laughed, ‘I’ll. I lay still in my bed for a while and listened, but nothing. So, I got up and walked down the hall and downstairs to the living room. As I walked into the room I could smell alcohol. My mother was lying on the couch, passed out.I walked over and tried to wake her, but nothing happened. She just snored a little and mumbled a bit when I shook her shoulder. She was too heavy for me to carry, but I thought I should at least try to make her comfortable if I was going to leave her there. Both her.