Two years later, I’d got it into my head that I was going to finally give him what he wanted for his fortieth birthday. I knew the problem was psych...logical, it had to be, and instead of driving by the white house with the sign advertising hypnotherapy, that day I pulled into the driveway and went inside. After a small outer area the size of a big closet, where there were only a chair and a coat rack, I passed through the open inner door to an office that was really more like a converted sun. . . please . . . hear me out because my brain is spinning I’m so confused I, I put us in danger last night . . . then this happened! What if it doesn’t work out between us,’ I stammered. ‘You’re my best friend and I am just this silly girl, I’m afraid I’ve ruined it all.’ My words came through the tears streaming from my eyes, not knowing if I was making any sense. I was still crying uncontrollably and my body was convulsing and shaking with every breath. My vagina was flexing as I sobbed and. And then there was the fact that my mom was a mutant, which meantthat I had a pretty good chance of being one too. If I was, then I hadno idea how that would influence my future.We talked for just a little longer, then I returned home with severalcontainers of food. Dinner was taken care of for tonight, which was agood thing because Mom would probably be too busy to even think aboutit.After setting the food out on the counter, I went down to Mom's lab tocheck on her, hesitating just a moment. A silver necklace pressed against her breasts and grazed over her nipples each time she swayed with laughter or lifted an arm to emphasize a point. “This is glorious,” he remembered saying to himself, “absolutely glorious.”His mind went to the first time he saw her naked in the pictures she sent online. He got aroused remembering the golden globe of her right breast, erect brown nipple standing at attention in the middle of an eminently delicious areola; her womanhood hanging between golden.