"I tried to argue with him, but you know how he is." The smile fled and she looked down and away from me."Yeah, I do know how he is and I know you're ...not one to argue." I squeezed back, acknowleding her submissive nature and appreciation of her to step out of her comfort zone, on my behalf. "You've always been very good to me, Mel, and I am grateful to you for letting me into your home and being a real mother to me."Tears immediately sprang from Mel's eyes at my identifying her with the title. Splitting a strawberry on the side of the glass, he commented, “Almost done…” Winking at her, he shook an aerosol can of whipped cream and topped the drink with a quick dash of it. “You are old enough to drink this, right?” He chuckled realizing now he had forgotten to check. As he inserted the straw and topped it with a yellow cocktail umbrella, he noticed the can of whipped cream. “Let me put this away and I’ll—”As he picked up the can, a bit of whipped cream erupted from it. Setting the can. You should have seen the look on her face!"After we passed the last traffic light in town, he let go of the handle with one hand and brought it around my middle. His great big open hand covered most of my tummy. He musta felt the shudder that ran through my body."Another bike came up beside us. There was a girl in front of the biker, just like us, 'cept she was turned facing him, while I was facing forward. Then I saw she didn't have no pants or panties on! Then she lifted up and I saw she had. M. and I was asking where we had reservations at and was told we didn't. "OH SHIT, It's a convention weekend, and NO reservations? WHAT the Hell, were you thinking, Mom?" I was told to calm down, and to go to the Silver Slipper, on the Strip, her friend Hans had told her they kept rooms open for "guests" of the space program. So I did and when we went in, I could see HUNDREDS OF people trying to get rooms and just knew we were gonna be sleeping in the car. We got up to the counter, Mom fished a.