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The Paladin Club was packed with young lover's enjoying each other. Good food, a romantic setting, and a killer jazz band--it was perfect as always. I could almost swear we had the same waiter as last time. John tipped him 40 dollars as soon as we sat down. An obsequious grin spread over his face.
" Good evening kind sir, and lovely madam. Welcome to the Paladin. My name is Jerrard. If I can service any of your needs, please instruct me. I await your pleasure. Perhaps the gentleman would care to inspect our wine list."
I did not handle wine very well. I never had. I don't know why but it always hit me hard and fast. I realized this was a big part of the mistake I had made last time. I had let John control the evening. Treated him like an adult. Responded to him like a woman, instead of as his mother. Never again.
" The Gentleman is only 16 so he will have a coke instead. Please bring me an iced tea, " the waiter nodded and scurried off to do my bidding. John looked as if he had been poleaxed. That's pretty much how the evening went. I was pleasant. We had fun, but I never lost sight of the Asian Rape Pics fact that I was MOM. We did not dance, or drink or squeeze each other's asses. Every attempt that he made at intimacy was immediately squashed. As the evening drew to a close I realized that whaever strange spell that my son had over me, I could fight it. As long as I did not lose control. I was so happy! It was refreshing to start getting our lives back on track. We returned home and John was very quiet.
" Mom I had a good time tonight. May I kiss you good night?" John asked in a tone that barely concealed his desire for me. Uh, uh, not again Asian Rape Pics mister. I knew once John started kissinng me I would be his.
" No John, I think we are going to take a break from kissing and hugging for a while. I'm not mad at you, it's just that we have got to start behaving like mother and son again. "
John's eyes flashed briefly, and he started to protest. Then as he saw the determination on my face, he took a deep breath and said, " I understand mom. "
I thought it was over. I thought I had my son back. I planned to start dating and to encourage him to do the same. Incredibly after all we had been through, we were going to be all right. The End...
Or so I thought.
But I was wrong. God how I was wrong.
For several months John and I lived as a perfectly normal mother and son. We did not hug, kiss or share breakfast in bed anymore; but for the most part we were happy. It was just pisc after Thanksgiving, and I was looking forward to Christmas. My mother in law's death had left us pretty well set financially. Between my job, Ron's insurance policy, her will, and John's part time job--we were very comfortable.
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