That was eight years ago and it has been Mommy and me,ever since.We do everything together. We go shopping,cook,do the chores,go out to dinner and the... movies. We play games,go bowling,bath and sleep together. In fact,the only time we spend apart is when I am at school and she is at work.Last Wednesday,I had to call Mommy from the principals office at school. I had gotten into another fight. Some of the older boys overheard me telling a friend that I was staying home instead of going to the. Do you?”“No, no boyfriend, girlfriend, spouse or significant other.”She turned toward me, tucking her legs under her. “Why not? You’re what, twenty-eight?”“I haven’t met anyone whom I wanted to marry, I guess.”“Oh.” She looked down at her hands. “You haven’t met any girls?”I opened my mouth to reply, but something in her manner gave me pause. Maybe the beating I had taken shook something loose in my brain, but I began to think about our interactions since I’d left home after high school.The. She ordered a large rum and coke and a toasted sandwhich. She put on a silk black nightie and switched on the tv. Knock knock went the door. Lisa moved and answered it. There stood at the door was a jet black waitor smiling with a tray containing her food and drink. she said that her hubby was asleep and so could he quietly put the tray inside the room. As he moved inside he brushed against her and it felt like electricity to her. Lisa decided to seize the moment and so when the waitor turned. The only awkward moment came when I had her almost undressed. I looked at her and tried to formulate a question but she seemed capable of reading my thoughts."Yes, we used protection. Now, please, please ... make me forget!"I did my best, and according to her responses, I somewhat succeeded. The only drawback was that we had to wake up extra early on Monday morning, so that she could get herself ready for work and Evelyn ready for school. But both of them just smiled, even if it was Monday.