Like you did..."I rubbed her red cheek. Damn she was cute. "It's okay to say pussy, or oral sex, Bianca. You don't have to be embarrassed." Bene," she...said, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "Would you do it like last time? Sono ... I'm horny. Is it alright to say I'm horny?"Chuckling, I led her onto the bed, her beautiful bright blue eyes watching me. Bianca settled on her back, her legs closed, her hands fidgeting as if she didn't know what to do with them. Smiling in reassurance, I leaned over. Kodaco offered to journey with us, as he had the wanderlust of youth fermenting in his blood, and desired to see new places, and perhaps find an exotic bride amongst a far people. I welcomed his company and keen skills, having been born to this existence. I had constructed a hunter's bow, and had become proficient, and had traded extra furs for arrow and spear heads of chipped stone, and learned the craft of attachment of said items to straight sturdy shafts of cured wood. Dora and Kodaco. He did text once after he’d had three days to think. If he had spelled a little better, it would have read like this. “Beautiful Patty, I won’t bother you again until I’m ready to stick it out. I won’t bother any girls again until I’m ready to stick it out. You’re still the best at everything and the prettiest little girl I know…. JAX” He set the phone down and thought he was on his way to a normal life. He couldn’t have been more wrong.He ambled to the kitchen of the apartment to find his mom. He sang words of love written for the melody I'd heard all along.Later, he sang other love songs or read to me. He began with poems of love, poems I'd heard before when we studied them in school, but from his lips they were so sweet and pure it was as if I were hearing them for the first time. In a month, he began reading other things—plays, short stories. He would sing and read before silently slipping away.Then, in April, just about six weeks ago, he began reading me other stories—romance.