***I woke with a start after having been asleep for a while, almost surprised to find myself sitting on my own front step. It was still dark but the f...rst hints of daylight were beginning to appear. I was stiff and sore, and still worried about what I'd find inside, but I was also hungry and cold and realized I'd make a pretty pathetic sight sitting there for nosy neighbors. I could just hear the snarky rumors: “What, did she kick him out or something?” So I bit the bullet and went in, quietly.. No one had ever played with my nipples that much, I liked it. She worked her way down over my belly button and cleaned it out with her tongue. She lifted her head and looked at me, ‘I think he would look cute with a piercing, maybe a gold ring. Perhaps a little gold tag saying I belong to ‘Mistress Sally’.’ She giggled, ‘Would you like that my slave?’ ‘I am yours to command Mistress Sally.’ ‘Really? Would you really do that for me?’ ‘I think you know I would.’ ‘Don’t worry, I hate piercings on. But her answer was so strangely beautiful that it destroyed everything I could have intended in flattery and denied my intention of sincerity as well with a beautiful truth.And all she said, simply was, "A girl of eleven can have a son." How old are you?" I asked quickly, knowing her infinite wisdom in such a small remark. And I pressed the question also to cover the strangest feeling I ever had known; a feeling of insecurity, I'm sure; a feeling that I was inadequate for the first time in such. "I saw the panic on her face."No Mom; I'm still a virgin. I have too many plans for the future to get ... Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking."She got off the bench and hugged me."It's okay, everything worked out for us; we had you and Jack, and with grandma's and grandpa's help we were able to have a pretty good life up until now, I have no regrets." But are you truly happy? Do you still have the passion that you had for each other when you were eighteen?"Your father works really hard; he's tired.