More than one man. A woman. Ohhhhh what was happening.She swung her legs to the floor, and better control returned. She vaguely felt her body's surgin... happiness. In spite of a couple of fresh bruises. Fulfilled as never before. She shook her head. Sorry John. But there it is. Was it forbidden fruit? Release of the ugly, repressed side of her soul? It had felt too good to resist. Would talking to him help?She staggered downstairs, filling a large glass with orange juice, gulping it down. Funny.. "Yes, sweetheart, I loved what we did here just now and I look forward to doing that many times before you leave. But I will also be here when you get back next summer to hopefully pick up where we leave off. "I very much want you and me to become more than just stepmother and stepson. I do want to become part of this family and maybe even find a corner of your heart that I can call mine too. "I know I am not your mother and I wouldn't dream of trying to be. But don't you have room in there for. "Yes. I'm alone," answered Sabrina."Can you get free tomorrow?" I... Yes, I think so. We're all going out to dinner and a movie at seven. I can beg off." Good. The usual place." I'll be there," she said."See that you are," replied the voice and the line went dead.Derek waited until his mother hung up before replacing the phone in its cradle."What was that all about?' asked Latonya.Derek proceeded to recount the short phone call."What's going on?" I'm not sure but at the very least Mom had been. " Sorry," Amy responded, twirling a lock of her brown hair on her finger, tingling all over from the sound of his voice."It's okay. Talk to you tomorrow?" Sure. Thanks again for listening." Not enough people around that listen. Glad to do it. Night night." Night night," Amy responded, and then hung up the phone. A sigh escaped her as she stood to straighten her nightshirt. She sadly shook her head and turned to her bed, silently cursing her bad luck.First, she'd found her high-school sweetheart.