I can get a job, to bring in some more money, if that will help. Or I can help out more at home. Or..."Leaning forward, Mom reached out and laid a fin...er on my lips."Nothing as bad as that. I just ... There's something you did, once. If you could do that, again. It would ... It would help so much." Sure," I said, even though Mom's finger was still pressed to my lower lip. "Whatever you need."I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I had ever done for her that could be of any help, now.Mom. “And here we are! Marisol had been insisting that we come to this place in particular. Women’s intuition, perhaps. She felt that something wonderful was waiting for us, if only we would come and see. Was she right? What would you think about spending the night with her?”“It’s an incredibly tempting idea, but an idea is all it can be.”“Ah.” His voice was easy and his face didn’t show disappointment. “Just to be certain, to make sure you understand before we let things pass, I want to reassure. At this point I actually felt really sexy and the vibe we gave off to each other was relaxing and exactly no pressure. When I called him over to check out a video I pulled up. When he sat next to me he leaned in towards my face and kissed me only this time it was a lot more passionate. I remember rolling off my stomach to my back to accept his kiss and felt him position over top of me. He guided my one leg along his side and slid his hand down my leg onto my tiny round butt. As the kissing got. I could see it in his eyes as he looked at me, it made me feel really alive, all tingly inside, and he was soooo nice I couldn’t believe it. I thought that, now I had been to bed with him he might change (for the worse like most of my previous boyfriends), but I needn’t have worried: he was wonderful. On Tuesday evening I was at last able to sit down with Joanna and tell her all about Sunday and what happened. After dinner we sat drinking wine, with me trying to cheer her up. She still seemed.