" I furrowed my brow. "She sacrificed herself to giveme a second chance, didn?t she? For Evan. For us. I... I didn?t know Ihad it in me. Fuck, I guess...I?d better not waste it."I flexed my hand. I still had those stupid perfectly manicured nails, butholy shit, I was back. I thought I was done for, that I?d given myself upinto perpetual bimbohood for the chance that someone would be able to putthings right. I guess Slut had done the same for me. I felt weirdly proudof me. I frowned. Maybe I?d. B dressed men set boxes downin front of them. When Samantha opened the box, she pulled up apink tutu and toe shoes. "What kind of mission outfit is this?" Tina said as she pulled out ablond Shirley Temple wig and pink dress with white polka dots. "Iwouldn't be caught dead in this thing." "The crook is stealing toys." Sharon said as she took a seat behindher new desk and glared from behind her sunglasses. "Dr. Al willshrink you to toy size. Your plastic bodies make you perfect forthis. We held our kiss, allowing it linger on longer and longer, until I felt my mom slip her tongue through. Her tongue flickered against the tip of mine, teasing it toward hers. We passionately began to make out as I rubbed my hands down her back finding her ass. I pulled at the bikini knots she had on each side causing them to unravel. I felt Aunt April rip the now unwoven bikini away. My hands clenched my mother’s ass cheeks spreading them wide open and firmly gripping as much of them in my palms. She stirred. “Good morning Mister Bradshaw,” she said.“And good morning to you, Missus Bradshaw. No big hurry, but we’re going out to breakfast,” I said.“Sounds good,” she said. “Denny’s?”“I’m good with that. So yes, Denny’s it is.”The ride to the diner was quiet—at first. Then it was pregnant with meaning.“We’re about to have a serious conversation. That about right,” said Rina.“Yes,” I said, “very serious.”“Boy oh boy, she really stung you didn’t she,” said Rina, it was not a question.“Not so.