The downfall of a prim and proper mother.
Enjoy..
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It was a little after 11:00 am when the doorbell rang that Saturday morning, I was alone in the house as my twin teenage daughters Emma & Kay, had left an hour earlier to visit the local shopping centre; their father, my ex-husband Max, had left us over seven years earlier. Answering the door I was surprised to find Jake standing on our doorstep, until a week ago he'd been dating Emma, but as of last weekend, they were apparently 'Just so over!'; I had my suspicions as to why and was confident that Emma would tell me when she felt ready to.
"Hi Jake; I'm afraid that Emma's not here now, nor likely to be back for a few hours at least."
"Oh, I know that and to be honest that's why I'm here now rather than later. I've come to fix t
