....Patricia woke the next morning feeling slightly disgusted with herselfagain, what kinda mom lets her son to this to them she thought, it was sowro...g, Patricia did't particulary believe in god but she thought she'd gostraight to hell for letting her son do what he'd done to her, it was avery bad thing, she prepared her husband's breakfast, he obviously had'trealised what had happened last night not two feet away from him."So what was that bad dream about?" he asked over the breakfast. Meanwhile I started to turn the radio to Kimberly's favoritepop station. For several minutes, we stayed quiet. I occasionally moved my head andshoulder, tuning my mood with the beat of the song. Kimberly's goldenhair jiggled while I was pretending to sing along. Mom drove carefully.She put sunglasses which gave her accentuate her lips and face. Once in awhile, she tried to follow the lyrics and sing with me, maintaining theimage of a "cool mom". However she always failed to remember the. " I pulled out some slacks and as I began to put them on I said to myself "Naa, not slacks." I pulled my cute Navy blue skirt and my powder blue blouse. I wanted to dress nice but not obvious if you know what I mean, after all they were just waking up and besides sex, I did want to talk with them about last night. I also put on my stocking and my light blue flats. I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the closet door and I remembered my lovely rubber lovers inside that shoe box, I wonder if I. “Did anyone tell you that your eyes are beautiful?” Liz asked. “They remind me of sapphires, sparkling in the sun. I could look at them forever.”Sarah could feel her blush deepening, and spreading from her cheeks down to the top of her neck.“I bet you say that to everyone,” Sarah replied, turning her head downwards.“Only to the women with beautiful eyes like yours,” Liz continued.Liz moved her hand to Sarah’s face, and softly turned Sarah’s face back towards hers. She leaned in, and planted a.