“So, I packed up my stuff and moved out. I started applying at schools and got hired in Woolfield. They were needing a girls swim coach too, so I vo...lunteered. You know how it is, I figured it would help me keep the job.”Mitch nodded, completely understanding how she felt. They sat for a moment, not speaking. She seemed to be studying Mitch intently. The only sounds were those coming from the kitchen. Dishes being clinked around. Running water. Chatter between the waiters and busboys. Mitch. Around eight o'clock, the men came to the library to escort us to the ballroom. We had heard the musicians tuning up, and that had been our cue to get ready. Just as for dinner, we paired up to walk to the ballroom. Once again, Jeremy held his arm for me. And once again I smiled and put my arm through his, just before we stepped into line behind his father and Anne.Once in the ballroom, we separated into small groups, determined mainly by age, or gender. I was extremely apprehensive about being. We arrived at the camp site a little after 7 AM Saturday and after setting up the tent and organizing the camp, I suggested that we go up to the farm house and check in with my friend. As we drove toward the house I explained that Bill Jackson was a little hard of hearing from working with explosives for so long.We pulled into the driveway in front of the house and Bill and his wife Milly came out to meet us. I introduced Cassidy to the Jackson's and we visited for about an hour. Bill and I. Me: Ohh Mom your boobs are so amazing they are so soft.Mom: Ohh son thank you for the compliment and yes I know those are soft.Me: Well I got to say that dad is a lucky guy.Mom: Why? What made you say that?Me: Mom, as dad gets to touch your boobs whenever he wants to.Mom: What’s the big deal in it, if you want you can as well touch my boobies, it’s not a problem.Me: What mom? Really it is not a problem.Mom: You are my son and I love you, what’s the big deal if the son wants to touch his mom’s.