”“You don’t have a mommy thing?”“Well, I seem to be developing one. A big one. But there’s only one mom I have a thing for.”Nikki though... for a few moments, then continued.“OK. Question two. This is a little more awkward. But I guess at this point, who cares? Do you remember, after your father died, that I let you sleep in bed with me for a while?”“Sure, Mom. I remember.”“Well, I haven’t thought about it for a long time. But back then, I thought that maybe I let it go on a little too long. I. Gary had never seen someone so brown. He almost lost her in the night, the red hair on her head and between her legs seeming to float. Then his hands confirmed the luscious flesh between those two points. Arm going around her, he caressed her back, bringing a purr from her lips.It was easy to forget what she was."Wendy."She stirred. Pushing back from him a bit, her eyes opened. They, too, floated before him, small stars descended from above."Don't want to go back yet." One of her hands began. A few years ago, this mistake happened to me the first and last time. My friend Debora had her place for two weeks for herself, because her parents went on vacation. Her little brother was sleeping at his oncle's place. So in those two weeks we pretty much had non-stop party at her place. She, and my other friend Vera, were always the only girls, and all the other partymembers were male. They even got alcohol for us and some even got us some we-ed, so we can get high. I never smoked we-ed back. She was not looking at herself, the woman she is now, but at the girl she once was fifteen years ago. Her reflection was laying down a challenge and demanding that her story be heard, a story known only by one other person.“Why should anyone else need to hear your story?” she asked of her reflection.“For you have just shared Alice’s intimate story and she expects you to do the same” came the reply, “and, the old lady told you to tell her everything.”Lorraine closed her eyes quickly to sever the.