I don’t understand.”
“Don’t call them my mom and dad. I couldn’t keep my mother’s nude image out of my head. I jumped on your father to keep myself from jumping on you. You get what I mean?”
“Well I don’t know if you will be calling them separate much longer. I think he flipped. I need to talk to my mom alone. Go ahead, ask what you wanted to ask.”
“We were kinda like, uhm.. “So Joey..” Suzi started. Like I didn’t already know that, I suppose. “I can’t believe it. And I can see why my dad likes her. At least my other problem was finally giving me a break. UHHHHHHH!” I said as I awoke cumming. Then I remembered what we wanted to do that day. He had it painted, using his own and mom’s memories. The room was some kind of portrait gallery, with under fifty paintings hanging on the walls.
