I can now look back and see how things began to change, soon after she took a bartending job at a local sports bar downtown. For the first month or so...she didn’t “dress up” for work. Mostly she just wore blue jeans and a blouse with a tie or sometimes with suspenders and tennis shoes. She’d wear her long, straight hair pulled back in a tight ponytail or in large banana clip.But within a few weeks she gradually went through a transformation. Looking back, I realize how much she had changed her. Would I be able to feel her breast pushing into my back? Hi Mom, guess who I met at the Mall&hellip,. Mr. J… No, Ive been talking to him the entire time&hellip,.yeah&hellip,.okay&hellip,.yes&hellip,. okay&hellip,Ill try&hellip,…hey the reason I called, Mr. J rode the motorcycle that I helped him put together to the Mall and I was wanting him to give me a ride on it. He wanted to make sure that was okay with you first&hellip,.. We will Mom&hellip,.. Im not sure, either well come back here or we. “Okay. I’d like to change my clothes. At least, get out of these jeans.”Chris waited for her in the living room. She approached him wearing a long skirt made of white cotton with lace trim and the same blouse. “You like?” she asked.“You always look just beautiful,” he replied.Carmen picked up her bag and house keys. She locked the door behind them and dropped her keys into her bag. They held hands and strolled down the street. “No hat?” Chris noticed.“No hat. I is bald so I be bald.”They. Doors are meant to be opened. They can open at any time. I touch myself. I think of words that create images. I think of pure images. Of memories. Tight black leggings with no underwear. The outlines of lips so clear, so obvious, so visible. Images that were not sexual at the time. Images that were the subject of playful words. Words that some people took offense at. I touch myself. The image is different now. The image is of lips that need to be touched. To be sucked. To be licked. I touch.