We had finished three bottles when again Christine took control. “Back to yours now Sparks."I ordered a taxi. I lived about 2 miles away on the othe... side of town. It arrived "Baby you can drive car" I said to her tipsily. Chris and the girls laughed. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann (wish she had been called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off. We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with us. We were rather raucous !We arrived at my house. She thanked me and liked my letter. Over time, I gave her more letters, confided different things to her and got a bit spicier. She eventually began handing me notes and we looked forward to the exchanges. There were days when I would not have a note and she would be upset. If I did not get one from her, it didn't bother me much. Her face would light up when I handed her a note and I always smiled when she did the same. Always nice to see - just as much as how her cute little ass filled out her. Moving closer, I slid both hands beneath the silken material and around Mom's bare waist, crushing my body against hers. She had just enough time to gasp before I kissed her. My head swam with lust as I felt her open to me, replying to my hunger with her probing tongue. We kissed for a long while, reluctant to part even for the length of time it would take to climb the stairs to my bedroom -- the closest one. No matter -- I had other, more daring plans for my mother. We had shared sweet. Maybe I have to have the energy reserves to fuel it. Maybe the stars have to align just right. Whatever the case, sometimes it happens… and I Mend.” “You Mend?” Silmaria echoed. “Mm. It’s what I’ve come to call it. I don’t know what else to know it by. I’ve done research. Deep, thorough research. I can’t find mention of it in any sorcery, faith text, or book of lore I’ve ever laid eyes upon.” “How many times has it happened?” she asked. “I’ve lost count, truly. A dozen. Perhaps more. Soldiering.