We also talk much more now, not just about this, but about various topics. Our new closeness has helped in that.It actually happened again pretty soon...after the first time, but that moment felt too personal to share immediately. Now that some time has passed I feel I can talk about it.I said: “I want to make love to you again, mom” and kissed her. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I think I mentioned my mom might not have been that attractive to someone else. There was that sagginess. "Hey, if that isn't my favorite flower girl!" A voice boomed from the entrance of the flower shop.Quickly Tina turned around to see who it was that said that."John!!!" She cried when she saw her brother standing in the door. "Mary it's John!!!"She ran to him and jumped into his arms."Hey I'm glad to see you to." John said with a big smile on his face as he gave her a hug.When John felt the breast of his sixteen year old sister pressing against his chest he knew he had made the wrong decision.. Flowers had been selected for their beauty as well as their sweet sultry fragrance. Every May she’d patiently wait for their bloom. This year they were ready just in time. She had always dreamt of having Lilacs. From her bedroom window she could see the ocean mist the sides of the rocky cliff with each passing wave. Setting little rainbows across the horizon. Surely someone above was giving them HIS blessing. In her room, all her best friends and closest family were buzzing around her like. You kissed me on the lips and gave me a warm hug. Your bright cheery smile still the very same. Within a few minutes we were off to find your car in the over congested NCP. Your relaxed fashion was still the same, as you calmly negotiated the morning traffic. A few minutes took us onto the motorway. I leant back and left you to the long drive north. We were still easy in each others company as you brushed my thigh on the gear shift. I saw you smile in my peripheral vision, and a flicker of.