She wasn't her usual cheery self, but she didn't look like she hated me either."Hey," she greeted me. "Come on in. Can I get you something?" Uh, no th...nks. I'm fine." I think I was more nervous than she was.I followed her in and closed the door. She looked amazing, as usual. She was wearing a pink sleeveless top with spaghetti straps. It looked about two sizes too small for her as it practically adhered to her lithe, supple body. It came down to the top of her navel. Her flat stomach and. Naan muthalil sendren, pinbu en pine Reshmavum vanthaal aval vanthathum avalai irukamaaga kati pidithu ithazhil kiss seithu aval mulai matrum soothil kai vaithu nandraaga thadavinen.Pinbu aval kutai pavadaiyai thuki kutha vaithu aval kuthiyai naka aarambithen. Reshma moodu thangamal en thalaiyai irukamaaga pidithu kuthiyai en thalaiyai vaithu azhuthinaal.Naan en naakai pundai ootaikul vitu vitu eduthu nandraaga naku poten, pinbu naaku potu muditha udan avalai cow nilaiyil vaithu pundai meethu. .. I had chalked up the suicide of Stella's husband to depression and the loss of his job in an economic downturn, but now suspicions of female-to-male abuse were tugging at my mind... Unbeknownst to me, Stella appeared to be at least a closet butch lesbian, maybe even a tough, mean dominant woman with a lethal background. My mind whirred and I groped for an adequate response to mother's amazing announcement! After a long pause, with a tenuous sideways stare, I gently asked mother why. I slipped off my briefs and tossed it onto the rest of my clothing as she unfastened her bra. Walking slowly toward the pool, I decided against a dive--it was probably no more than five feet deep. I waded in instead, then swam toward the waterfall--I wanted to see if there was anything behind it. Ducking through the falling water, I saw a small alcove, slick with water spray. No portal to a magical realm or mythic monsters waiting to drag me away. Oh well. Another fantasy shattered. Sliding.