As far as Kevin looking like his father, Tom… well, in a way it was true, despite the fact that Kevin was still so young, still in the finely sculpted stage of the early twenties, contrasting with his father's growth to a coarser masculinity. Kevin was still far less hairy. The image of Kevin's huge erectly throbbing prick standing out as menacingly as Tom's always did, the warmly pulsating head a few feet away from her, appeared in her mind's eye again with haunting clarity. Good God, it was gigantic! She blushed with the memory. It must have been as big and as thick around as his father's, she judged and tried to shove the thought out of her mind. She heard Kevin rummaging in the bathroom. It was not long before he appeared at the door into the bedroom again, his loins draped in a bath towel.

"I just draped this around me," he said, "I thought I left my clothes in the bathroom, but I don't see them."

Liz nodded limply. Her son picked up his half-finished drink from the night table and sat down on the bed.

"Sit down, Ma, and tell my why your face is all tear-stained."

She did sit down, taking another gulp of her drink. Being so near his almost nude body made her nerves flutter. She forced a smile and tossed her head back, taking a deep breath.

"I-I don't know where to begin. It-it all started last night. Oh, no it didn't. Let me think what started when."

"It started months ago, I'm willing to bet," he said with a young man's certainty. His attitude made her feel it necessary to defend Tom, at least. Had he said he knew it had nothing to do with his father, all of Tom's sins would have been laid bare! She was suddenly aware of this tendency to react against his attitude, his opinions, himself.