"What would you like?" "Hmm, a Vodka Sour please. Sometimes I enjoy the taste of something slightly bitter." The words rolled off her tongue smoothly,...a gentle purr almost slightly suggestive, but I couldn't be sure. The mere thought of what she might mean made me shiver, but I tried to retain my calm, taking the time as I fixed the drink to breathe deeply. That almost made it worse, I could smell her sweet scent from over here. I returned to her, handing her the Sour with a smile. In my other. A pile of wrappings and trash lay in thecorner from the now naked gifts, and their parents were all gatheredaround the television watching football. The children had learned overthe past holidays that I did not hold much back and found me tactlesslyentertaining. Most of them were 12 to 16 years old and complainingabout their social lives or personal relationships. "Like they have itso bad," I thought to myself. The grandkids expected a story, and thestory of Regi and Felix kept coming to. We saw each other for a few days in a friendly way. (His mother and mine made sure it was no more than that! Besides, I was a goody-two shoes so he wasn't my type.) I didn't hear from Rod again until I was out of college. I got a letter from him. I thought letter writing was an unusual form of communication from someone like him until I looked at the return address. He was writing from jail. He sounded like he really wanted to create a better life for himself so I corresponded with him. She opened the paper sheaf and showedme the plastic rounded tipped applicator. As she was showing me thisnew instrument of torture, I felt a warm fluid being squirted deepinto me. Then Mother took the tampon out of my line of sight and Ifelt the turkey baster being removed and at once the applicator ofthe Tampon was shoved into my ass. There was a pushing sensation andI felt the smooth plastic applicator being removed and in it's placeI felt a sponginess deep within me. Mother took a piece of.