’ I told him. He looked like he wanted to say something but changed his mind in the process. ‘Look…’ ‘Ben.’ he answered. ‘Look Ben, this...was just a little hook up. There’s no pressure for you to commit to a relationship or anything like that.’ FUCK! Speaking of relationships, I have a boyfriend! Oh my god! Jake will kill me when he finds out! Wait a minute, he doesn’t have to know. I just need to stay on his good side and this will all be water under the bridge. That’s it, that’s all. Well. Lucinda clapped her hands with delight, “Now’s that my Alice, my truculent little rustic pudding. Where did you get all those fancy words from?”Inwardly bridling at Lucinda’s condescension, Alice whispered, “I’ve heard a lot of things in different voices. Now sleep, my flower.”Alice took Lucinda in her arms, her new body still feeling weird, its movements willed rather than instinctual responses. Lucinda had the most beautiful hair, thought Alice, holding it in her fingertips, enjoying its. Jake's obvious masculinity, her boy had become a man during his absence from home, had upped her sense of loss. His mighty erection had brought to a summit her own lack of sexual satisfaction and focussed her mind on a solution, not helped by her daughter's obvious signs of fulfilment....Jake slept like a log until his mothers hand woke him with a start."What time is it?" Three o'clock." In the afternoon?" Of course."There was laughter in her voice as Jake sat up. And wonder of wonders his. You mention this fact blushing as you view his naked body as he warms himself in front of the fire. The man seems unconcerned and only smiles. You listen as he talks of his travels this past week and what has led him here. The rain apparently had halted his progress from making it to the next village along the rode. He had been forced to turn off and come to your cottage.While he explains all this you could care less as you marvel at his charm and politeness. While most men speak at you.