I am not interested in playing with joysticks!”Claire laughed hard, “Not your thing?”I shook my head, “No. Definitely not.”“Are you having...your Rap Session tomorrow?”“Yep. Are you coming?”She smirked, “Well...”I chuckled, “Never mind! See you tomorrow!”The conversations with Claire reminded me of the ‘romantic novel’ silliness that Jeri liked. But Claire appeared to be neither a shrinking violet, nor a blushing virgin. I was seriously considering her for a dalliance, but I’d need to confirm. "Well, this conversation would have to be put on hold. I could use a nice long shower right about now."I pulled in to our driveway, and once we got home, we headed to our respective rooms to unwind after a long and unusual day.***SEEN A NAKED WOMAN BEFORE?***The awkwardness and sexual tension between my mother and I continued that night. We had a nice home cooked meal which she made. And it was extra special considering that she rarely takes the time on a weekday to make some of her best dishes. That wasn't the wish she had intended. Slowly,stood up and staggered into the bathroom, turning on the faucet shesplashed more cool water onto her face. Looking up at her reflection inthe mirror she pulled down a towel and wiped the water away.She walked back into the living room and sat down upon a tatteredcouch, she wasn't sure on how many wishes she could get with the coinbut was determined to not waste another wish, having already used two.Marlene waited for her heart to stop racing, then. I tried to reconstruct the woman that I had met.She was about five-and-a-half feet tall, nicely curved but not what I would call voluptuous. The outstanding features were her incredible, almost hypnotic eyes, and her lovely soft, red hair. Not to forget her now-and-then goofy accent and strange phrases. Freckles. That was something else I really liked. Freckles that she tried to hide on her cheeks and yet allowed them to show on the tops of her breasts. Then there was her perfume and scent. I.