Why don't we just forget the whole thing?"I could feel I was getting angry by now. Time to take over control over the situation and over her, I though...."Listen. As I've said before, you can't make a boy hot, especially by using his special desires, and then just fly away and saying, 'It was only a joke'. That doesn't work! We will now turn your fantasy into reality, or else...!" What else?", she shot back."Do your other friends know about your dirty fantasy? Should I go and have a little talk. " What?" You called me mum." I've always wanted to say it, mum." I've always wanted to hear it."She led me into the kitchen where we sat and talked over a coffee, she wanted to know everything about me, everything that had happened to me that she wouldn't have read in the papers. I told her about all my foster parents, how they'd all despaired of me and of how I'd always refused to call any of them "mum" or "dad." It must have been awful for you Tommy." It was mostly my own doing mum and it. It felt good, though the feeling was a contrast to the remorse I felt for invading her privacy at such an intimate time. Working on the dance project had kept my mind off it but now that it was over I felt my fascination returning even stronger.The energy must have been visible because I could notice women from the class watching us. Esther did too and she seemed to enjoy the attention and supposed speculation. I admit it was kind of a thrill standing there knowing how people had watched her. " Is something wrong?" Ben asked. "All of a sudden you're somewhere else." Katie was her name. I lost track of her. I just realized she was the last person I truly felt comfortable with." She looked into his eyes. "Until I met you, Ben. I hadn't realized how much I missed just having a friend." Then, Saturday at six for Vindaloo ... or whatever. Right here, my treat."She smacked her forehead. "It dawned on me ... Friday -- should we split the check? Who should pay?" You're a career woman, Molly.