I’m blabbering. Sorry.”“Okay then,” Kelly mused, her irritated expression with the morning finally giving way to a thoughtful one. “I’ll m...ke ya a deal. You help me out this teensiest little bit, and I’ll stay—and I’ll even keep playin’ matchmaker. Then tonight, maybe, we’ll both get everything we really want. Sound perfect?”“Everything we want?” Stephanie repeated, startled. “That’s, um, th-, it’s not just, uh, not just up to me? Not just up to us? What about what Brian wants?”“Oh, we’ll get. My girlfriend laughed as I hovered behind the couch. What is so damn funny I asked, your daughter just saw me and you naked and making out. She just laughed again and told me not to worry, her daughter had seen her have sex before and that it was no big deal. Stunned I asked why that would not be a big deal considering her age and how I am 32, and um you are her mother. She told me to quit being such a prude and get out from behind the couch. Refusing to let her daughter see me like this said. She had been dieting again, and she felt a little crazy with hunger as she looked at her face in the mirror.Whenever she looked at the make-up advice in Glamor magazine, as she had done that morning, it irritated her to be reminded that her face was "triangular". Girls with triangular faces, she thought, usually looked like weasels or saints, and she hoped she wasn't just rationalizing when she decided that neither description applied to her. She simply looked like a twenty- three-year-old. Cassie and I could see a dark skinned hand with long red fingernails dragging across the flesh of her butt cheeks.“Whatever you want. I can’t wait Miss.” Lindsay replied, looking over her face with a smile.“How much time you got left to cook?”“We have a couple minutes. It’s just simmering now.”“Good, I’m hot. Come here.” The voice ordered.Cassie and I watched as the dark hand pushed her shorts to the ground and then climbed up on what appeared to be another counter.Lindsay dropped to her knees.