"What?" I say when I see her lips curl into a slight smile."Nothing," she says smoothly. "It's just not everyday that I have a half-naked man eating breakfast in my kitchen." She smiles and I wonder how far to take this banter."Really?" I ask facetiously. "I bet you could have any number of half-naked men in your kitchen, any morning you want," I say, not initially realizing what I'm implying."Well..." she laughs, "that remains to be seen, but I'm glad you're here today.""Me too," I answer. What do I say now? Should I push this a little farther? What's the worse that can happen, she tells my mom that I came onto her? Hell, Mom doesn't care."So now that you've fed me, what do you generally do with half-naked men in your kitchen?" I ask, leaning my elbows on the table and looking directly into her eyes. Fuck! I hope she doesn't freak out. I shouldn't have worried.Mary leans back in her chair and looks appraisingly at me. "Nothing in the kitchen," she says, folding her arms under h
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