’ ‘Mom, it’s OK, look if there’s anyone who knows what’s at stake here…’ ‘I said I don’t want to talk about, Alicia. Don’t ask me ...gain, please!’ Trying hard not to look hurt, Alicia put her hands on her hips and looked her mother in the eye. Maria tried to avoid eye contact, but once she looked into her child’s bright eyes, a wall broke down in her soul, and the floodgates opened wide in her heart. And then the tears started. As they would several times that night, the two women hugged each. Even though he was only 18 months younger. We stopped, got some beers and headed off to familiar stomping grounds. We spent some time chatting about our current lives, he told me about the renovation project he was working on, a 3 story cabin on the river. I asked him if he would show it to me and he said sure. It was very odd, so many of the dirt roads leading down to the river where we had spent so much of our youth were all paved over now. As we pulled up to a stop sign, I turned towards. Enjoy it. Revel in it. Participate in it. the thought compels me, Follow the instincts of your body, and show this man how lucky he was to stumble upon you in the locker room. It’s not rape if you want it, Alice. Admit you want it. I want it. Now, show him how much you want it. I don’t know how to have sex. All my experience has come from porn, which is a misleading representation at best. But, if I follow the instincts of my body, and maybe add a few things I’ve learned from my late nights in. I knew where to put the undies and tights. Mother and I spent the afternoon talking about Lisa and about dating ingeneral. I didn?t realize how na?ve I was about lesbian love. I don?tknow if you can call it that, but I wasn?t going to argue with Mother.We just talked like a mother and daughter and started pointing outfeminine movements and things that I seemed to do so naturally. Welooked together through the magazines and she pointed out little detailsthat I?d seen but not really noticed. We.