CHAPTER FOUR
Christy choked back a sob of disbelief as her eyes became focused on the writhing bodies on the couch. She was almost shocked into a paralytic stance. Her eyes glazed over in a hypnotic stare, as she discovered her mother with some strange man.
The large five-piece sectional curved around one end of the wall, the long end across the room from the French doors. Her heart skipped a beat, almost stopping completely as she observed her mother lying spread-eagled in the prone position of love. She felt she could reach out and touch her parent, the couch being only about twelve feet from where she was standing. Her mother's naked body, her head rolling back and forth on the cushions, face contorted in ecstasy, made her want to scream. It had to be a nightmare. This whole night had
