They stumbled to the living room, boxers around his ankles and her gown nearly tripping them, as it slid off her shoulders to their feet. Xxnx ‘My son wanting me, okay – Oedipus complexes were nothing new, just ask the ancient Greeks. No, Mandy, what the hell gave you that idea?”
“Tell me the truth Harry Kincaid! But that’s it, right? She had already put on a sexy night gown, in preparation for her interview with her son. It was almost as if . It was almost as if . I was in conferences most of the day, Jack went out to the movies in the afternoons. She was messy with sperm, and her own emulsions and sweaty. But really, Honey, nothing happened on our trip. To make love like they were newlyweds, without concern for their whereabouts, or being interrupted by their son.
