Inevitably the conversation came around to my book, a topic I'd expected a little sooner actually, but was happy to put off as long as I could."I read...your book, dear," Mom said with a nod, which seemed so completely at odds with her opinion that it was perfect. "I didn't understand it." Sex and the Practical Woman?" Dad chimed in. "What does that mean?"I narrowed my eyes at Dad, expecting a little better from him at least. I'd written a novel, my first, about a girl coming of age and falling. Because by then Rena’s grandmother was also there in the house.But by then I started showing some signs to Rena that I am attracted by her beauty and I know little about her fantasy so that I can prepare her to the fun. One fine morning when Rena’s mother and father planned to go to their relative’s home which is some 25 kms away from their place, I thought I should make use of this chance well. But they said they would be back by 7 pm in the evening. But from morning 10 till 7 in the evening. I'm an educated professional woman as well as a mother. Second of all, don't flatter yourself, I'm not a lesbian, I had just wanted to ask you a question.MissPeaches: "Yea right, you old cunts are all the same, always acting so high and mighty, but you're all just aching to eat young sexy puss."Biting my lip, and thinking once again, why don't I just close the window. But for some reason I felt I needed to defend my honor. "Well, it's not like that, I have 2 teenaged daughters, I was just. I was the most improved student in the ninth grade. All my teachers said so. When report cards came out for the third marking period I had four A's and two B's. I had to get my grades up if I ever wanted to get to college. I needed to qualify for scholarships and financial aid if I wanted to go.One week end, I helped Mom bring down the laundry into the basement. That's where the washing machine and dryer were. I had never really looked in the basement when I was growing up as Jack. There was.