She told me she had better take me home. I told Janet I hoped she felt better and I would call her tomorrow. Her mom drove me home dropping me off at ...the end of my driveway.I walked up the drive and left myself into our house. I saw that no one was in the living room so I walked into our kitchen. I thought maybe that Uncle Bill was out back in our garage working on one of his cars or bikes. I walked up the stairs toward my bedroom. As I walked down the hall, I heard the water running in our. ..Another thought that she immediately cut off, instead focusing on Sherrie, the Bass player of the band. A bit older than the rest of the band, a senior at the school. She cursed like a sailor, wore two obvious tattoos, not counting the one on her back that James had seen, and had no qualms about giving her opinion to anyone and everyone. Technically competent, with a flair for improvisation, she was by far the best member of the band as far as being a "band member" went. If one could look. Three She heard the clang of metal as soon as she shut off the car. She sat a moment, trying to make sure she wanted to go see him. She didn’t even have an idea of what to say, but she couldn’t think straight with thoughts of him intruding every few minutes. She finally gave a mental ‘fuck it’ and got out of the car. She tucked the knife into her belt and walked up to the small gat that let onto the side yard where his forge was. She rounded the corner and there he was, banging away on a long. Mom's hands felt amazing as she rubbed and massaged oil into my neck and shoulders. Knots in my muscles that I had been unaware of melted away under her talented touch. I relaxed enjoying the massage as mom's hands moved down my back."Lift up a moment Mike."I did as she asked and suddenly my towel was gone, pulled away by her, I dropped back down pressing my hard on against the towels that covered the floor. I drifted in contentment as mom worked down one leg and back up the other. Fingers.