And I couldn't believe I just beat off to pictures of her doing it. How could I live with myself knowing that I was that messed up? I made a vow to my...self to never think about my mom like that again--ever! I quickly downloaded each of the photos, moved them into a folder named 'homework' and changed all the file extensions that way no one would find them on the computer if they were searching for picture files. I wasn't sure why I needed them since I was never going to look at them again but I. ..No," I stammered.Dim light appeared from nowhere in particular and I could see anattractive black woman in a long, flowing orange dress. She looked tobe perhaps forty, but a very well preserved forty I had to admit. Herskin was very dark and her hair was short and curled closely along theside of her narrow face. "I'm Marie Dubois," she said, moving toward mein a sultry gait. "But some folks call me Mama Juno."I would have gotten up from the bed and tried to greet her withsomething resembling. Just when my phone turns a page and acting like I’m making some progress, It fails yet again.Then I hear tires crumpling and a quiet engine coast in behind me. “Hey lady…. Need some help?”I barely peek around my hood to look at him before I hide behind it.“That storm up there is circling back around, it’s going to get bad. Right here!!” He warns meI squeak out. “My cell won’t work… I have to get a tow, it’s not fixable from here.”“Lady I can get you to the mechanic in Fred, just up the road. " This didn't sound good. "I need a drink anyway. Maybe we could invite Kevin if he weren't working so I could get some satisfaction!" No response from the other two. I'd backed away from the door, and then it flew open and Joanne stormed through and down the stairs. She hadn't even seen me. What should I do? I decided to follow her down and find out more about what was going on. It sounded like she was a little put off by the situation, and really so was I. I had questions I wanted answers to..