It wasn’t until Diana had put on a pair of yoga pants and a top did Mia snap out of the trance of staring at Diana’s body. “Did you want to talk...about something dear?” Diana ask Mia sitting down on the bed and patting the spot next to her for Mia to sit too.“Umm… I… umm… I don’t know how to ask this being that you’re Steve’s mom and anything?” Mia started stumbling over her words. “Did… umm... did Steve’s father have, umm was Steve’s father, well… was he you know big down there?” Mia was now. " Wendy stood up and removed my ski mask. She looked at me with a sadness in her eyes and just said "why?". Jimmy laughed again and said, "Why? Why? Its because of you, you cock teasing bitch! That's all I ever here from him, Wendy this and Wendy that! I'm sick of it! The only thing worse than hearing him tell me how much he loved you was hearing how this sick fuck wanted to suck your toes and fuck your feet. I knew you would never give him what he wanted, so I decided to get it for him.. It was a Beetle- one of the new, flashy ones. Within its silver exterior there were three girls- maybe 19- and they were having what seemed to be the best time of their lives. Singing a song I couldn't hear, bopping their heads to the beat, their hair tossing all around- maybe that's why they did it in the first place, the feeling of long, soft hair- enjoying that very moment in a way I honestly couldn't understand. The way guys never understand, because guys don't do that kind of thing. Not. . .. She's hot. She's . . . sexy. No, not sexy . . . sexual. And she knows it. You can tell. She wants to be looked at that way. She gets off on it. I'm not trying to offend. But you can tell. Just saying how it is."Michael had no idea what Connor was saying. He had never thought of his mom this way at all, and he had never noticed what Connor said he'd noticed. But he couldn't argue with Connor's characterization of what she'd looked like a minute earlier. The outfit she'd worn had been.