A we drove up the winding lane mom talked about the party, I didn’t realize before but she was a little drunk.When we arrived it was deserted, the lovers had gone and the place was ours.Mom looked at the town below; the odd car made it’s way along the deserted streets.“Your dad brought me here the first night we went out,” she said quietly,” I let him make love to me, he was so gentle and hansom”.Tears formed in her eyes as she spoke, I reached out and pulled her to me, her head lay on my shoulder and I stroked her auburn hair, the tears kept coming and I gently kissed her eyes.Her hand reached for my head and she pulled it towards hers, her lips touched mine and we kissed slowly, I knew the drink had affected her and pulled away slowly.
