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A Gift From Mom

... yeah. Absolutely." Patty nodded. "He was just being nice." "Okay. Only checking." "Yeah?" She grinned mischievously at him. "Yep." She stretched her arms high over her head and gave a yawn, and the effect was to lift her chest distinctly. When her arms came back down, he noticed two pointy spots at her chest, and the damp t-shirt clung to her. When he looked back to her eyes, it was apparent she had caught his surveying her pointy chest. He expected she would fold her arms. Instead, her hands went to her hips. She just let him stare. He did gaze once more. He looked back up and she was giving a small shake of her head. "Want to grab a sandwich?" Her words were playful. "Yeah, sure." They left the gym, and she led them to a small sandwich place not far from the beach bar. He noted a brisk pace from her. She got them a table, and she teased him. "We need to get back to the bar tonight, and have you catch up with Angie." "Nah. No thanks." "She likes you, Billy. You should go for it." "Not at all interested. Really." They placed their orders and she drew close to look at him directly. "Billy, last night was last night. Like I said, nothing else can happen. ... I'm your mother." "Hey, just think of me as a young man." "I think of you as my son. And, you should think of me as your mother. C'mon." "I think of you as a very attractive and fun woman that I love being around." She kept her eyes on him and held a serious expression. He wondered if she was getting angry with him. He ...

... spoke again trying to help. "I'm looking forward to seeing what you wear to dinner tonight." She sighed, acting frustrated like she wasn't getting anywhere with him. He only relaxed after she broke into a smirk to act a little less intense at the moment. "Well, I'm wearing jeans and an old shirt tonight. Definitely not attractive." She fixed her jaw like she was pretending to be tough. "I'm sure it'll look great. ...On you." "Stop it." She ate quickly and was ready to go. She left so fast he almost wasn't finished. He sensed her getting distant. "Let's hit the beach." He agreed. "Okay." It seemed Billy struggled to keep up with her. She pulled her swimsuit and a wrap from her suitcase, disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged not long afterwards. She glanced to him, and then was opening the door to leave. He followed her out the door. They had taken just a couple of steps down the hall when he tugged at her arm to stop. He turned her to face him point blank. "What has gotten into you? Why are you in such a rush today?" Her eyes darted back and forth up at his. Then, they peered at his mouth and back up. She opened her mouth but the words came haltingly. "Billy, I don't think you ...understand." She looked past him down the hall to consider what exactly to say and then back to him. "This just isn't easy for me." He paused and absorbed this. He relished how she suddenly appeared vulnerable to him. Her face was open and her eyes wide. He reached to a stray hair near her eyes and ...