” She said as straight as a sober person. “What mom, I mean…” I just let my voice trail off. I was caught and there was nothing I could do ab...out it. What is the point? I thought. I just stood there. I didn’t know what to say. It must have been a full two minutes before I could muster the courage to swallow let alone speak. My mother spoke first. “Son come over here and s’rub my feeeeeet and we can talk about what s’you are going to do so that I don’t tell s’your father or s’your sister. "Of course not. I'm sorry. I'm sure there must be some gowns around here... somewhere."I opened a drawer at random and pulled out a flat bag. "This looks promising." I flipped it over and shook.A cascade of small, square foil packets tumbled onto the countertop and spilled onto the floor. Through the spread fingers of the hand that flew up to cover my face I read the word "Trojans" boldly printed on the shiny packets.There was a high-pitched, musical giggle behind me. "Hot date tonight, Doc?. “Yeah, $1106 dollars and thirteen cents. Paid the rent for a month and a half after which I was sleeping in my car, which broke down by the way, for the next two months. Thanks, a helluva lot for your generosity,” she said, as sarcastically as she ever said anything.“Yeah, I made a mistake with that one, didn’t I? But you’ve done well for yourself hooking up with that Willis guy, Julian, right?”“What’s it to yuh. No, let me answer my own question. It’s none of your goddamn business,” she. Dropping her foot down, she felt his hand lightly slide up the back of her leg towards her thigh, before going away, only to be replaced by his other hand on her other calf. The whole motion was repeated, and she could feel her sex getting damper and damper as his hands on her legs and feet sent tiny tingles straight up her legs to where her center continued to quiver and quake. Shuddering, trying to hide her arousal, she moved back, watching him close, seeing the way his eyes were boring into.