At 18, we were married and lived in a small rental. I did not know what job my husband did but he always came home with a wage packet with 10% missing.... That was his wages and I was to look after rent, food, clothing and myself with the balance. If for any reason I needed more money, I just had to ask him. For many years we tried to have children but I found out at age 13 my husband had a bad bout of mumps all over his body.On occasions he would come home with extra cash and he asked me to keep. . I don't understand..."Jakiko nodded, with a humble look in his direction, she downplayed hisembarrassment, she opened the last drawer of her old desk and pulled outtwo bags.She pulled a towel from the first bag and cleaned the sweat from herbody and hair, then she put the dirty towel and her old clothes in thesame bag, but left the shoes out.From the second bag she took her wedding ring and her imported watch,which she put where they belonged, without pausing she slid inside apair of plain,. I felt his hand fondle its way down to the top of my leg and then clasp my cheek. He squeezed it several times before removing his hand and wandering back to his seat. I carried on dusting. Not a word was spoken.I walked over to his chair and began to dust the top of it around his shoulders. I leant forward so my small breasts confined within my lacy bra were near his face. He raised one hand and gently brushed the cup of my bra with the backs of his fingers. I felt them roam around and then. I lived in my thought that time and just wondered if that really had just happened. Did I really just taste my mum’s shit on a dinner toilet? Had mum really written that letter to me? I touched my pocket. Yes there it was. Mums letter in my pocket like a sweet promise of forbidden pleasure. I watched mum driving. She looked that great in this short white dress. And I must say I never had seen her body that way. It was really perfect to me. I wondered what mum was thinking. Her face didn’t tell.