"I'm sitting there," I said pointing to my section."Okay," he said nodding. Then he turned to go back to where he was going."Hey, I'm the mother of th... bride, '" I said.He turned back to me and sighed. "Then you should have been in some of the pictures we took," he said. I was shocked. I sat down in my chair and watched to see if the photographer would come back in my direction. It really wasn't a big deal. They'd be taking pictures all day long. They'd probably take hundreds at the. I focus on the road, pretending not to notice as Jimmy clumsily tries to get to my own waistband. After some fumbling he manages to get his fingers into my shorts, withdrawing in surprise as he encounters my bush. I glance over and see the mix of curiosity, confusion and horror on his face.“I’m a woman, Jimmy, we’ve got hair too”“But Miss Santos, all the women I’ve seen in- I mean, all the other women I’ve seen don’t have hair there.”“That’s just porn, Jimmy, real women aren’t like that. I’m. “Uh ... I thought ... we were going...”I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. “We don’t have to leave right away, do we?” I said, then pulled his face down to mine and kissed him with a lot of tongue.Jack was breathing hard. He had already loosened his tie (most of the time he wore company golf shirts, but sometimes he had to wear a jacket and tie.) I slowly pulled his tie off and tossed it aside. “We’ll be, uh, late...”, he said.I yanked his face back down for another kiss and. Still, I did exactly as she said, plunging the room into darkness, the only source of light the 42 inch screen against the wall.“Good girl,” she purred, patting the cushion beside her, leaving me with no choice. I sat, my hip brushing hers, hands folded carefully on my lap, my feet flat on the floor and my knees pressed together tightly, pretty sure they wouldn’t stay that way long.“Show time,” she announced, giggling a little as she changed the settings so that my computer and my television.