As he was going to lunch, one of his buddies (Jim) asked if he couldjoin him. They went to a burger place and had lunch. Jim was talking to him about ...the project they had been assigned and asked Jim if he wantedto come over during the weekend to work on it together. Mark said ok.As the week went by his work kept him busy and he forgot about the girlfrom the Mall. When Saturday came around he went to Jim's to work on theirproject. He rang the doorbell and to his surprise the blond from themall. "He patted her knee. "Sure, kid, I understand. Just don't mention my little pass to Sylvia. She thinks I never cheat." I won't, Fred. I won't."He jumped up. "Well, I'd better run along to the Shaftesbury. If I'm out of luck here, I can still make it there."That would give Sylvia enough time, ten minutes or so. She saw Fred out the door and then rushed to the phone. SYLVIA'S LINE WAS BUSY!Crystal almost died. Sylvia did only what she herself had done, what many lovers did when they faced an. I was very nervous and confused as the time drew near. I knew that what I was about to willingly do would take us to a place most mother and sons should never go. But, I tried to rationalise that it could still be an innocent "game" with nothing overt happening. I assured myself that I could be strong and resist any temptations to let this go too far. Even harder to explain is while I'm trying to rationalise my behaviour, I put on a nice dress that buttons all the way down the front. I left a. ”“Would you tell me ... I paused. I’d mentally run this conversation a thousand times over the last few days, but I guess I’d been more optimistic when it was in my head. I hadn’t expected to hit nothing but a billion consecutive dead ends.Sitting there, staring at my sister in silence, I made a decision. This session wasn’t going to end without me moving forward. Sure, I’d taken a step back - now it was time for two steps forward.I’d waited too long and worked too hard for this bullshit. It.