Victoria padded out of the bathroom wearing one of my T-shirts. “You’re awake,” she said and sat on the bed cross-legged revealing she had nothing on under my shirt. “If you have eggs and cheese, I’ll make us an omelet.” “That might be about all I do have,” I said. “Ah, could you dress—with my mother here and all?” As she stripped off the shirt and I saw her beautiful body, a twinge of desire shot through me. I didn’t want to be turned on by her anymore. I got up, threw on some sweats, and took Bullet outside. When I returned, Mom and Victoria were talking about making breakfast. I showered and got dressed. After, they were chummily visiting like two old friends. As we sat down to eat, Mom said, “Victoria said she’d loved to see the store. You two should drive over for dinner soon.” My response was, “The eggs are good.” Victoria smiled.
