Ned went in and walked to the bedside."Is there anything I can do for you? Can I cuddle you?"There was a snuffly sound and a hand came up and turned b...ack the covers. Ned slid in alongside his mother and slipped his arm around her back. She leant into him and he hugged her tighter. It was some minutes before she spoke, and then it was punctuated by sobs and muffled by her handkerchief."I've made a complete mess of my life. And now yours and Susan's too." What do you mean?" Oh, I shouldn't tell. I know that this seems weird to point out but at this point in my life I had never thought of watching someone as erotic. Oh, how times change. I snuck along the house so that I could barely peek in and I could see her. I was now watching her from her left side. I felt if I peeked any further that the light from the tv would have shown on my face. I stayed right there on the edge of the widow for quite some time. She was watching a movie that it seemed that she knew by heart. She would mouth. I didnt look at the living room fearing that Jack would take it as a cue, I wanted to establish strict grounds, we are not some horny teenagers, although I am feeling like one. Theres something erotic in the sense of doing whats wrong, the taboo, the prohibited and this feeling is hard to fight with, easy to justify the things against but even more harder to face the truth. A few minutes passed and I calmed down a bit, maybe he is watching TV, after all his father is upstairs. A cool breeze. "Mmmmm that feels nice, Lexi claimed, "Your strong hands feel really nice." Just then, again, I had caught an odd exchange of eye contact and almost smiles between the two of them.I sat back down a few minutes later, "Oh God dammit!" Joy cried out while staring at her phone, "I just got a text, fucking Brenda is calling out sick tomorrow again, now I have to go into the office and go-over the presentation she was supposed to give tomorrow morning." "Sorry, I'm going to have to go in for a.