I pulled into the driveway of my good friend Roger Clown. We had known each other for years, I thought. But like they say, you learn something new eve...ry day. When I stopped and killed the motor I took a deep breath.“Mick, old bud, you OK?”“Yeah man. I guess it’s just starting to sink in. She fucked Roger.”“And the others.”“Yeah, and the others.”“Come on, let’s get my stuff and you can thank Lily.”We got out of my car and Burt retrieved his gear from my trunk. We walked to the front door and. He was Scarlatti to her Mozart and he knew it. Her combination of innocence, genius, beauty and the promise of her ripening sexuality set of a wave of desire in his subconscious. Her next words completely floored him."Maestre, will you dance to the birimbau and the tam-tam with me some time?"On River's part she saw the good looks and read the dancer, fighter, lover and adventurer within but the images, sounds and smells of lovemaking that flitted through his brain and the desire that flooded. It was a little better at Christmas, since another month had passed. Still, I was glad when 2024 ended. It had been a bitch of a year.Fortunately, 2025 looked more promising. Several more police departments in South Georgia signed up for SWAT training and development, and I continued pushing for regional commonality. One thing I was starting to discuss was a formal framework for assistance. It works for fire departments, after all. If a town has a fire that’s too big for them, they just get on. I had my fingers deep inside Mom when I came and she clamped closed and kept my hand in place as she thrust herself back at me and she explained later that she had reached her own climax when I started mine, my pleasure being enough to tip her over the edge.When it was all over we lay there for some time, breathless and spent, until Mom finally reached over and flicked on the light. She climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom returning shortly thereafter with a hot wet flannel and.