Why couldn’t she be the mature one here? Chair legs scraped against tile then his hand wrapped around her upper arm. He tugged her reluctantly into...a standing position. Knowing he wanted to talk about it rather than eat his dinner made her realise just how determined he was to fix this problem. She tilted her head to stare up at him, blown away by the jolt of awareness she experienced whenever she looked into his eyes. “Why does it bother you so much?” he asked. His brows pulled together as. Mom reached her bed as I entered the room, she nonchalantly took off her robe and stood brazenly as if she wanted to watch me admire her body. I couldn’t help but look her up and down, she looked stunning. I walked closer taking another swig of JD. As I got to her she grabbed the bottle, took a mouthful and placed it on her bedside table. We stood facing each other close enough to feel and smell each other’s whiskey breath. I leant forward to kiss her but she moved her head to the side of mine. I was had blocked out most of the thoughts in my head, the same thoughts that used to blare out of my mouth as soon as I would speak. But now that I had the choice to say what I wanted to, I chose to say nothing.?Do you absolutely hate it here?? she asked.I wondered if she was just thinking about something to ask for the time to pass between us; or if this was all going somewhere. I thought about her question for a minute, taking my time to answer. If it had been the day before, I would have. . I love him more than anything in the world." Then you should come and meet him often... spend time with him." No Joy... I'm afraid." Afraid of what, Nica?" Afraid of what happens to me when he hugs and kisses me." What happens to you?" I get excited... I get aroused sexually." Oh Nica, that is natural because you are young, hot, and ripe... but you can't default your father for that... for expressing his love." I know... I don't blame him... But I am too weak, I can't resist the sexual.