One woman's head was bobbing up and down at the strangers crotch while the other woman, who I also recognized as being a member of the support group, was softly kissing the man's thigh and gently playing with something between the man's legs. All three were naked and the man's eyes were closed while beads of sweat rolled down his distorted face. As if responding to some silent signal the women quickly changed places. As the woman whose head had been bobbing up and down began kissing the man's thigh I could finally see her face.Seeing my mother down on her knees with no clothes on, kissing and fondling a complete stranger, caused me to jump backwards with a start, where I collided with the large china cabinet. Realizing that they had heard me, and not wanting to face my mother until I had had time to think, I quickly bolted for the back door. I was just about to open it when I suddenly couldn't move. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't force myself to open that door. I tried to yell. He waited hoping I would feel the urge to share more. I went back to washing down the table with bleach. I know all about how interrogations worked, so I decided not to play along.“We all worked together. So of course our boss would like to know what happened,” Gabby said.“You were there you saw what happened,” I said. “There is nothing more I can add to it.”“Well I guess we will head on over to mom’s house,” Gabby said.“You guys have fun,” I suggested.As soon as they were back in Gabby’s BMW, I had a feeling they were not going to stay with mom. They might visit, but all they really wanted had been to see me. They wanted answers to the fancy man’s questions. Gabby had looked uncomfortable while the questioning was going on. Most likely she was under some scrutiny about the whole incident. I would like to help her, but I wasn’t going to lie to some mobbed up dude.My grand plan was to simply ignore them all. I proceeded to check out the campground to make sure all the guests had made.
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