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you – I'mo kick yo'ass all night long! Now get back here now! You askin' fo' a ass kickin'…I swear to God you is!"
    "You got to catch my ass, to kick my ass!" He ran off like a shot with Rollo behind him cursing and threatening him as he tried to catch him, sometimes he did but lately he couldn't.
    Rollo had gained weight and slowed down, while Rory had grown bigger and speeded up. Dismissing the ordeal from his mind, Rory chanced a sideward glance at his mother. Lena was now vacantly staring out of her window, a profound sadness in her eyes, more somber now after what he had said. He shook his head. He was not going to feel sorry about what he’d said. 'She's up to something. Gotta be! Why else is she all of a sudden trying to act as if she cares about me?' He found himself staring at her, really looking at her.
    The previous night she had smiled at him. Slight as it was, a smile still the same, and when she picked him up, again a smile. He realized he could probably count on one hand all the times he had seen her smile. Just then, before he cut her down, the third smile at him, ever.
    He thought again on what Manny had told him. Had something happened to her to make her the way she was? Right then it occurred to him that he had never heard her laugh. For the first time he wondered why? As he stared, something else suddenly came to him. She was pretty, some would even say beautiful. That came from picturing her as he had seen her earlier…smiling.

'How woul d she look if she really smiled, or laughed like she was happy or excited about something?' For once he really looked her over, and as he did, he wondered, 'Who is she? I don't even know her. My own mother and I know little or nothing about her. How old is she? Thirty-six? Thirty-seven? What happen to make her as she is? Has she ever been in love? Has anyone ever loved her?' Remembering a time back, 'Yeah.' He thought about Sandra's solicitor, Mr. Cavat, he’d had it bad for his mother. Often there were times when he visited Sandra over one matter or another, bringing his wife along with him before she’d passed away. Sandra consulted him concerning the various shops she secretly owned and operated. While his wife sat in the study talking to Sandra, he would excuse himself as if he had to go relieve himself.
    Like a wily fox he always somehow located his mother, wasting not a moment as if he couldn’t wait to be near her, to touch her, Rory would catch him, pinning her into a corner or up against the wall in the kitchen, with Lena trapped and fighting him off as he begged her to be his mistress. How many times had he walked in on him, to see him pressed against her, with her back to the wall? Her hands straining at his shoulders trying to push him away, as he forced himself on her; desperate it seemed, kissing her as his hands traveled over her body, one on her breast the other up her dress feeling along her thighs as Lena struggled to hold him off and keep his hand from between her legs.
    He had stood in shock seeing that, and hearing him beg her, "Please, I'll do anything for you, just a little kiss, give me a little kiss, oh you're so soft, I'll give you anything you ask Lena, anything! Let me have you just once ... just once, can you feel me? Oh I'm on fire for you-…"
    "Mis-ter Ca-vat Ple-e-ease!" Lena had screeched.
    "How much? How much Lena?"
    She had twisted her head to the side feeling his tongue and lips on her neck as his teeth nipped. "Mister Cavat! Your wife is in the other room...stop it… what if... stop it! Please, do you wish to get caught ... Mister Cavat! Will you ... control yourself!!"
    "I must have you, I can't control it! I haven't been - like this since… I don't know when. You're driving me mad with wanting you. Those eyes, your skin ...I can do things to you Lena, things that will make you cry for more!"
    Having seen enough, Rory had broken in clearing his throat as loud as possible, making Mr. Cavat jump back, his fat round face