She couldn’t pretend to try to protect her forever. Maureen was a grown woman. She needed her space.The two women went inside; they crossed through ...he cluttered old kitchen to the living room. Maureen could see her daughter was tired and obviously preoccupied, certainly about the young man who’d just left, but she still needed to talk.Andrea asked, “May I get you a drink or something?’Maureen answered, “No I’m good.”Mom kept up the one sided banter, “Come on in. Let’s sit on the sofa a. She shrugged. "Neither have I." I didn't think you had," I assured her quickly.She gave my arm a squeeze. "I know. That's one of the things I like about you." But now, everyone else is going to think..."She shrugged again. "Let 'em." Then she looked up at me, that impish smile on her face again. "We could prove 'em right, you know."Before I could react, she squeezed my arm again, and then let me go and walked away, her pony tail flipping pertly, counter to the sway of her hips while I gaped. A song came next, “Silent night, holy night……………”Mavis and I whooped and jumped around, we kissed and laughed as we hugged each other. She quickly pulled my shirt off. I reached forward to touch her and as I did she caught my hand. “I want you,” she said with a soft voice, “Inside me!” We kissed and then I lifted her up to sit on the utility’s lid. She scooted her bum back until she was in the middle of the lid and then reclined on her elbows with her legs wide open. I. I took a French fry from her plate and slowly sucked on it while looking at her. We both laughed and made dinner a sexy affair. Soon as we had our fill of food, the waitress came back and asked if we wanted coffee and dessert. We said yes to coffee and ordered apple pie with ice cream. I told her how I like to make my own fresh ice cream. ‘What else can you make?’ she asked enthusiastically. ‘I am a real good cook, some even call me ‘Le Petit Chef,’ I said smiling, ‘I hated staying at home.