"Oh, wow..." Or, if your hands are on her waist, like this." I put my hand on his waist and squeezed one of his hands and leaned forward to press my l...ps softly against his and hold it. I felt him lean into the kiss a little."Or you might start with a kiss on the cheek if she is skittish about being kissed. It might have been that you were in her bedroom, though that made her afraid of her mother catching you. Mothers remember their wild days and are always on the lookout for their daughters to. You know, this is the only life for me. Being a domestic goddess. This is my purpose in life. It’s what I was born to do, to cook, to clean, to mother people. Nurturing. It’s just ... my role in life. Home. Family. These are what I do, what I know.“It’s no accident that my favorite deity is Hestia, or as the Romans called her, Vesta. Goddess of hearth and home. I pray to her a lot, along with Mother Gaia, Kubaba Cybele, the Cappadocian Goddess Ma, Hecate, Isis, and Dann or Dana. Brigid as well.. "You never have to ask that," she said. See? The horn section of the symphony was warming up already.By the time I pulled up into the parking lot of the Daisy Chain, the sun was starting to set."Hiya Nina," Joan sang as she wiped down the bar.I smiled at her easily. I felt comfortable here now. Not comfortable to the point that I would start hanging out here, not comfortable enough to be a member of the "lesbian nation," but I was accepted, and liked. Being "Danielle's girl" didn't hurt. He advanced toward me again and as he reached for me, I struck out with my lower fist, hitting him in the wind pipe. He staggered backward, falling to the ground and gasping for air. ‘Oh, God, Cien!’ I yelled and ran to his side. His breathing was labored and a cough followed each breath he took. ‘Cien, are you alright?! I am so sorry! I didn’t think to really hurt you!’ Cien leaned back in the rushes and closed his eyes. ‘To be bested by a woman,’ he mumbled between coughs. When he looked.