“Mom, that was amazing!” I cried as she stepped from the balcony. She winked back at me. “I told you I was a badass. Now,” she walked past me,...and fumbled through her purse, “where is my ass-kissing lipstick… ah, there it is. Prestira, be a dear and leave the room.” “What? Why?” “Because Mommy has grown-up things to do.” “I’m eighteen!” “And I’m thirty-nine, so I win. Nana-nana-boo-boo, stick your head in dog doo. Now get out.” “No.” She turned around, and glared at me. “Prestira, I’m not. I slowly navigated the stairs, one after the other, my hips swaying back and forth with each one. Samson's breathing changed almost immediately, watching each step I took, focused on my swaying hips and bouncing breasts.You could tell by the look on his young face that he had never seen a human woman look like this, let alone have one walking towards him and he looked a little unsure of what to make of it. I brushed past him when I got to the bottom of the stairs, pausing just long enough for. Janine and her Matt were going to visit his family up in Connecticut. All around the room the talk was of romantic excursions and parties and big dinners. Ginny herself had just talked to her parents the night before, on Monday, and had reluctantly agreed that the expected snow would make it not worth trying to drive to the farm on unplowed roads. So she was going to spend the weekend alone. She had been sitting there being a little unhappy when Carla asked: "What about you, Ginny? . I've missed you too." Abbey eventually released her stranglehold around Julie's neck and got a playful hair ruffle for her trouble. Julie was like a second mum to Abbey and Ms. Kingston like a second mum to me; I started to feel like we were becoming one big happy family.We spent most of the afternoon just lounging around, the four of us. It was really quite nice, how many sixteen years old's can honestly say that they love to spend their Saturday afternoons at home with their parents? Or in.