She looked down at me and got a little alarmed at the sight.“Oh my god! Is that me?” she asked in a panic.“Relax,” I told her gently. “This ...as your first time. There’s a little blood that goes along with that sting at the beginning. That’s all.” I offered her my hand and she took it reluctantly. I led her to the bathroom and into the shower to clean up. I washed her hair, massaging her scalp and turning her to putty in my hands before I started to wash her body lovingly. She purred and mewled. Addie lived in L.A. The dinner invitation caught me so unawares that I asked without assessing its propriety. “That would be nice,” she said hesitantly. Addie had been my date to the senior prom. We were eighteen and wildly in love. And then I broke up with her, for reasons I had never fully explored – until that dinner. And now when I thought of her, my heart ached. I felt she had to know about Rebecca’s death. Why? Because she was a friend now? I didn’t try to understand it. I had found her. It had a plunging neckline that revealed a good portion of my breasts and made a bra impossible to wear with the outfit. I pulled my coat tighter around me as I began the walk home. "Hey Jess!" I turned to find a friend of mine, Ray, coming up behind me. I smiled. He was cute, but I'd known him since I was six. We had never been more than friends."I'll walk you home" he offered."Thanks" I said. We walked on and chatted about this and that. Our families and work things like that. Then he asked. We had similar hair styles although mommy's hairhad darkened over the years and she had skilfully streaked it blondewhilst mine was softer in hue, offset by platinum streaks. We both hadthe same facial features with high cheekbones, blue eyes, slightlyupturned noses and lush lips. If people saw us there was no question thatthey would see we were closely related but, given mommy's youthful look,I doubt they would ever suspect she was my mother.We grabbed our handbags and marched out of the house.