Chapter 12

• The following morning, I came down to breakfast to find Mom already up. She had coffee brewing and the kitchen smelled like I remembered when I was growing up. On the stove was sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs. I sat down at the table quietly and buried my head in the newspaper. Frankly I was embarrassed about what had happened last night … if it happened at all. I couldn't believe my mother would actual jerk me off.
• "Good morning," my mother said.
• "Uh, good morning, Mom," I said sheepishly.