Miller, I walked out of class.The next class was typing taught by an older lady Mrs. Williams. I couldalready type so this was a refresher class for m...e.This class like the last class was full of girls. Just my luck I thoughtagain.The last class of the morning was Business Accounting. Mr. Marquez aCertificated Public Accountant was the instructor. This class had anequal number of guys and girls as bookkeepers were in high demand, andit sounded better for a guy to say he was a bookkeeper than a. I had been productive during my drive. I had come up with at least 5 or 6 reasons for her flakey behavior. She could have had a secret gambling addiction. One of the women who'd been friends with my mom went through that. She was sneaking out of the house and driving to a casino at least once or twice a week for a couple of years before her husband found out.He never would have found out if she hadn't gotten way over her head and had to bet their mortgage payments. Once she missed that third. "Now, off you go 'Sissy'. Your mother is in the master stateroom. Iexpect I will see you later in the salon."Strangely more preoccupied with thoughts of last night than the decisionbefore me, I finally entered the master stateroom. Mummy was sitting ata table next to the windows, if they are called such things on yachts,sipping on a cup of coffee. "Ah, my naughty little son. Come kiss Mummy," she more ordered thanrequested.Mummy's regal beauty never ceased to amaze and awe me. Her long mane. It was all usual then. I wondered sinc ehow long my mom had been with that guy as she was not worried about days' events and acted normal. She just avoided my eye contact.It was dinner.“Dad , my girlfriend humped with another guy?, Is she a nice girl then ?” I asked.“No .. certainly not. I hate those girls. See your mother , she has never ditched me” dad said.Mom kept on eating and did not dare to look up. She knew what it was all about. Soon it was all over.We went to bed and I texted her to.