They've always looked like brother and sister, Lindsey, with the body that made everyone jealous, slim, with a perky bum and those natural 36D's, that could drive anyone insane, and Chuck, with a maturity that didn't matched his age, from whom I learned more from life than anyone else. But they weren't. That would have been easier. She with her 40 years was his mom, and him 23, was his beloved son.
His childhood was never easy, having to cope with his father beat downs, both to him and to his mom, until the day his father decided to leave his mom, and the fact that they relied on each other to survive the emotional wrecking job that those beat downs provided brought them really close together, they lived their life together, they talked about their problems together, and that added even more to that "brother-sister" feeling that transmitted.
When his father left them, filled with debts, she had to take on a second job to make sure that her boy always had everything he needed. That was when I, Michelle, got to know her. I was 35 at the time, and the first time I saw her, I thought she was a girl fresh out of high school by the way she looked. I couldn't help to feel attracted by her, and the fact that came to be my right-hand at the job didn't help at all.