Hence the name of this story.As the cabin came into view, she gushed about the beauty of the setting and her hand, seemingly involuntarily, closed ove...r my by-then hard pecker. I parked, we left the car, and I held her hand as we walked down the loose pebbled path to the cabin. Once inside, she took in the cabin in a single glance and then, in a totally unnecessarily seductive voice, said "It's beautiful, Marv."I didn't care for her enough to tell her that I preferred to be called Marvin; she. Bums. At the rear, looking coy was, the old man with the bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most hostile of all. Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All bashed in the front it wasn’t going anywhere. Steam was rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Sarah got to her feet, her shoes scratching on the road.. I've dreamed of you and--and fantasized about you since I was 10 or 11 years old."Mom was silent now, staring at me, still with tears in her eyes, but thinking now. That was an encouraging sign. Maybe she would remember her own fantasies and realize that what had just happened was a fulfillment of her secret desires."Mom, you've always been so wonderful to me in every way, and I've always been so proud of you. You're the best mother a guy could ever have. Oh, Mom, I don't want to lose. We were sitting in the screened enclosure I'd had built. I built it because it had gotten way to crowded at the dining room table for family meals, and this was my solution, at least for the summer.Jose and his family were there. We were more friends than employer/employees, thanks in part to our business venture. Maria had decided to become a vet, saying it would be handy for the family business. Ursala and Laura were always there for our traditional Sunday dinners(that's lunch to you.