She told me almost every time they went through there, someone was in that nook, either getting frisky, or freaky. Usually they would stop real quick,... as would others, and admire the guts it took for such a "public display of affection", then move along on there way. Well, one day, on there way to the market, as they approached the nook, a couple had just finished their antics, and walked past them as they were leaving. As they got to the nook, her boyfriend stopped her, they looked both. She was quick to give him the brush. Her hair was so tangled, he really didn’t know how to brush it. He didn’t want to pull it, but he wanted to brush it. She showed him how to brush it. He followed her directions. He was talking to her but thinking about how to move things along. He kissed her forehead. She leaned back and he kissed her lips. The kiss was passionate. It took them both by surprise. She parted her lips. It seemed to last forever. Finally, she got up and stood to meet. Her head swung around, her black eyes pinning me to the mattress. "What did you say, David?" You know precisely what I said. This place, wherever we are, is way too quiet. Whoever is supposed to be your first line of defense has already been compromised or is dead. Either way, I can tell by your body language that we are in trouble. So give me a gun and step off into the shadows. There is no sense letting them know where you are until you start shooting."My calm words and logical statement had. But as I became more and more experienced at relieving myself, and more and more accustomed to picturing Mom's face and body instead of Cuddles', I stopped thinking about Mom's sex life. What the hell, she was damned good looking and could take care of herself, I figured.One night, she came home from a date about ten o'clock. It had been only dinner and a drink, and that had been her target time. I was in bed; I had whacked off a few minutes earlier and was starting to fall asleep. My lights.