I thought of honey; I thought of freshly-baked bread;I thought of flowers on a spring day. This is what I had dreamed of for solong...so very long.I c...uld see her in the dressing room mirror. She was as beautiful as Iremembered her, if not more so. Her golden hair still flowed naturally toher shoulders; her face was as sweet as I remembered it. As for hergorgeous curves...well, she was still a size six, right? I was sure shehadn't gained a pound since high school.I prayed that she would buy me;. I cranked the volume all the way up on the stereo and said, "Ok childrenMomma has got to get busy."I lost myself in cleaning the house. every so often I would take anotherdrink from the bottle. Then as it started to get late I carried out twoloads of wet wash to hang on the line.I saw people slow down as they passed seeing me out there hanging upwash in my dress and heels. But I didn't care anymore, this was the newme, the real me. I went back into the house and made the bed. Thenfinished off. You jump up, your luscious tits bounce as you joyfully giggle and slide off the bed. I move down the bed, so my knees can bend and hang over the edge. I bring pillows with me and prop my head up so I can watch your sweet show. You kneel on the floor between my legs, your back straight as you throw your shoulders back to reveal the natural beauty of your eighteen year old body. Your gorgeous eyes sparkle, and for a moment I am ready to let you have whatever you want. Reality hits, and I know. 'Oh well, it's not the first time a guy’s left me frustrated, and it probably won't be the last,' she mused to herself as she approached her front door. No, the more she thought about it, she realized that what was really bothering her had nothing at all to do with the sex games she’d played with May. It was all about her sister, Kari. The little argument and they’d had earlier, and the lie that she'd been forced to tell, were both weighing heavily on her now. Kelly had never been good at.