Her hands closed over mine, holding me there. I was sure I felt her roll her pelvis a little, like she wanted to dry hump but subdued it—just like t...hat fucking smile she’d definitely had in her belly all day.Yeah, Renee had my fucking measure alright. She had everything under control and the way she wanted it. I was all too aware that she was my meal ticket these days, but I was still the fucking man, right! Fuck she was gonna get it when I got her into bed that night. I hadn’t screwed her in. Next Mom wrote Dad a note and tapped it to his suitcase. She placed it in the driveway and then locked all of the doors with dead bolts, chains, and hooks so that he could not get in.We watched out her bedroom window as Dad’s car came into the driveway and he drove over the suitcase crushing it. He backed up, got out, and read the note that Mom had left. He looked up at the bedroom window and gave Mom the finger.After Dad had left, Mom went in to take a nice hot bath. I waited a few minutes. ’ ‘That’s nice—an adventure for him with his father.’ ‘Absolutely,’ I say. I like thinking about Danny, but my mind—or is it my body?—keeps bringing me back to this man in my living room. ‘Your kids?’ ‘Mine are too busy to check in too often with the old man. We talk about once a week but lately with me out of town and them working so much it’s been hard.’ ‘Sorry.’ ‘Nothing to be sorry about. I like them out there living their lives and embracing the world.’ ‘How was your week at the bank?’. “Who are you talking to in there, dear?” Mom asked from the hallway right outside the door.“No one, Mom, I’m just trying to untangle my hair.”“If you see Matt, tell him to go out and help Dad unload the car.”“I will,” Fiona answered.“Did she see us in here?” I asked quietly.“I don’t think so,” Fiona answered.“You think she suspects?” I asked.“I don’t know,” Fiona said anxiously. We listened for a clue to what was going on and heard Mom go back down the stairs. We didn’t hear Dad at all.“You go.