“Oh, honey” she leaned in closer to his ear “some dark deeds should never see the light of day.” She let the sides of her top hang open, dragg...ng one stiff nipple across his face as she straightened up. A step back and her hips began swaying to some unheard music, eyes narrowed. He eyed the stairs, “Aren’t we going upstairs?”“Not for this part. I like the lights.” She chuckled and stuck out her chest, letting red, then green, then red again glow against the gentle curves of her C-cups. “Just. .." The opposite reason?" I asked."Yeah. Susan's mom and dad are loving and caring and decent. My mom ... well, you know." But your grandmother..."She smiled. "Yeah, there IS that! Maybe for me, it's a little of both. But I never SAW a couple having a real good relationship. Not like Susan's parents. Not close enough to study." You're smart. And you figured out things for yourself." Grandma and I talked. Sometimes she cried over Mom, but we talked. Mothers have a different kind of love for. ‘That music sounds so nice,’ Karen said. ‘Would you like to dance with me again, Jason?’ ‘Ah…sure,’ Jason replied. They got up and, while the sounds of big band music filled the room, they moved slowly around the living room nestled in each other’s arms. They were still dancing when Brenda arrived home. Grinning at them, she chuckled, ‘It’s a beautiful day and all you guys can do is stay indoors and dance to that old time music?’ ‘It’s classic music,’ Jason retorted. ‘The kind that will be. Carefully he was working something into place and as the light I couldsee through my eyelids faded I realised it was a rubber blindfold."You have been a very good girl Davina.....my PVC slut!" he crooned in myear.His weight lifted from the bed and then silence. I strained to hear him,work out what he was doing. Time seemed to stand still as my hearthammered in my chest. I could hear slight movements and then it dawned onme he was probably taking his own pictures to create a new.