Eddy began rubbing sun lotion on my mother. The envy was killing me as I was rubbing in my own legs, arms and chest. ”Let me help you with your back...,” Eddy said. My heart jumped and I quickly looked at my mother in fear, as if he had said something sexual. He saw the look on my face and frowned curiously. “Or… not?” Mom didn’t even look up. She was lying down and already enjoying the sun on her skin. ”No,” I quickly said. “I mean, yes. Please. I can’t rub it in myself.” I smiled. Eddy worked. ‘Well, I have been a tourist, and I do have a lot of experience with the back seats of cars. Some were police cars.’ He waggled his eyebrows at me. ‘Some weren’t.’ When I just grinned and shook my head, he asked, ‘In any case, does that count?’ I considered making a smart reply, but opted for ladylike silence instead. From his expression, I gathered I wasn’t too successful but he let it pass for the half-mile drive to the Inn. The Fletchers built the Angel’s Point Inn some thirty years ago.. She flinched and shuddered. It amused me to watch her fight to keep herself under control. "Be right back."When I returned a few minutes later, she was deeply engrossed in the paper I had prepared for her. "Prepared" is not quite correct. I prepared the paper for a basketball player the previous year. I could change the POV and voice slightly and have a whole new dissertation tailor made just for her.The work would be when I tried to teach her enough of the subject matter, about fleas and lice,. “Sundeep, please, you’re hurting me. Slow down!”I had been waiting for this moment for years. My mind was suddenly flooded with turbulence. Chelsea and I could have a good thing going. Should I slow down and apologize? Maintain our wonderful relationship? Or should I keep going hard for my own pleasure? After all, I was moving and would likely never see Chelsea again. I made up my mind. Chelsea was a bitch for telling me to slow down in my moment. “Shut up, this is my moment and you’re not.