"Mom, I need to talk with you about something, something really important," I asked as she sat down on her bed looking rather concerned."Yes, honey, w...at's wrong?" Well, nothing's exactly wrong, it's more that something new has happened." Yes, dear, what is it?" Well ... um, I overheard you and Dad last night after you'd gone to bed. After you started, um, well, having sex."She really looked strange when I said that."I heard what you were doing, I mean what you were saying." Did you hear your. There was a few cheers as she finally succeeded. The skirt was too tight to really dance in. It was more swaying. Then she did it, opened it, stepped out of it to a wall of cheers and yell from the audience. Her audience. She looked over one shoulder, but could see nothing, only the sharp light from the spots. She became more confident, began to dance a little. Dropped the jacket to a new roar of cheers. Maybe this would be easy, after all. No-one would know her here, after all. She turned to. But when we got to the door to the garage, and Sam reached for the knob, I pulled back a bit and said, “No, please.” The older boy’s grip tightened around my shoulders as he opened the door. “I wanna go out and smoke a cigarette, I can’t do it in here, or my dad’ll smell it and kick my ass.” I still didn’t budge. “Don’t worry, Tammy, no one will see us. It’s dark outside. And if anyone does see you, well, you sure as shit look like a girl to me, and I highly doubt anyone would ever. She grabbed for his shoulders, her breath taken away from the sudden force of him. She was not in pain, yet she felt afire. Nothing felt better, however, than this. He could never hurt her, she was his wife and lover – all in one. She was his. *** Later, after they had spent themselves against the front of the bed, they lay in the bed, she asleep in Jay’s arms. He moved slightly, turning towards the nightstand and picked up something, something long and light. Turning back to his lover, he.