Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried pitifully. Damn it. I'm a sucker for a woman's tears. I hugged her and caressed her back. Her arms clung around my neck. "I don't see why we can't, Gary," she sobbed. "I just want to have a fun spring break."

"It's wrong, Mom. It's incest and you shouldn't be cheating on Dad."

She stared at me and blinked, obviously trying to figure out how I could be so dense. "It's not cheating," she insisted. "Your dad turned me over to you this week, Gary. He told you to take care of me."

Did she really believe that? I wondered how severely...