“Great! Brenda and I had fun.”It’s not a lie.Her mom’s eyebrows raised at her enthusiasm. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Doing w...at?”“Programming assignment.”Not totally a lie.Her mom set down her coffee. “When did you take up programming?”Shit.“Not computer programming. Human behaviour. You know, how we’re programmed each day to do things we normally wouldn’t.”Definitely not a lie.Understanding filled her mom’s eyes. “Oh. Like buying shit we don’t need.”“Yep! I learned a lot and. Her change in tone, although subtle, told us question time was over,"Now, let us go to the changing rooms."***********From the design, it looked as though the changing rooms were onceexactly that, a locker room, although one much different than any I hadbeen in previously. It was in some ways nicer than locker rooms I hadseen for professional sports teams. For starters, it was roomier withhuge lockers and individual benches and a square of plush carpet infront of each. The floor here, as with a. ”We went into the den and sat on the couch. I figured I would start with the basics. “There are four positions that are the most popular. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and doggy. You need to be familiar with those four. Other positions are variations and fun to experiment with.” I tried to explain the merit and variables of the four positions. I kept looking at mom and all I saw was a quizzical stare. I knew I was failing miserably. I kept stumbling over words that described the more. Long, very long, a couple inches past her hips. It wasn’t cut straight. Instead, it had the jagged look of free-growing hair, if that was even an existing term. Some of the ends curled a little and my hands itched a little to touch it, to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I thought it was. She moved up in the line, got to the register and she ordered her drink. A few seconds later, she reached into her book bag, took out one of those slim black leather wallets, and she took.