I don’t know if it’s your astonishing beauty or something behind the eyes that shows wisdom beyond your years, but it doesn’t look like you’re...underage. And I believe anyone, especially any man, would rather have you around to gaze at, however glancing to be polite, than to worry if you’re old enough and tell you to go.”“And I have no proof of my age,” Karissa added. “In fact I don’t know if I have any proof that I exist.”“How can that be? You must have had to have something to attend school. "Eat, I'll talk." Ben nodded and picked up the cheeseburger. Kimwatched smiling. She took a fast inventory of what she'd chosen for himto eat and scowled, "Hum..." Wath?" Ben asked around yet another mouthful of burger and bun."I think next time, a few more vegetables might be in order." Benhappily held up a few fries, "Brussels sprouts," she said seriously."Thanks Mom, you picked the stuff out," Ben said sarcastically. "Eat," Kim insisted pointing to his food. "Okay, Maurice said,". Elsa explained to me that she had encouraged the father-daughter relationship, and had also initiated her daughter into a different kind of mother-daughter relationship too. Darby had told Elsa that she loved the incestuous bisexual relationships, and never wanted them to end. After the first group sex party she’d ever been to, other than on her prom night, Darby also never wanted the party invitations to end. The Winters talked to Elsa about having an open marriage as well, and Darby was. I'd tease my older sister about staring into her eyes and making her my slave, and she'd throw a pillow or something at my head. Mom would step in and separate us, but it was all in good fun. I was a teenage kid then, and I think most of us have dreams of that sort at that age.The problem is when those dreams and ideas don't really go away, and nag at the back of your mind. When you stop being a kid and still close your eyes, and see the image of your mother on her knees, long black hair draped.