Also he starts mixing metaphors."Is it the kind of thing that I should freak out about?" See… I don't know. This isn't something I've run into befor...." I promise not to freak out about it." Now I was curious."I want to try exhibitionism." Really?" I could see she was still waiting for my full reaction. "To be clear, we are talking about you showing your…" She nodded vigourously. "I don't see anything wrong with that, I guess. What made you decide this?" Here's the part I'm not so sure you'll. " Is there anything I can do?"Mom slowly shook her head, a few times, then stopped to look at me, her forehead creasing in thought."There might be something..." What? I'll be sixteen, in a couple of weeks. I can get a job, to bring in some more money, if that will help. Or I can help out more at home. Or..."Leaning forward, Mom reached out and laid a finger on my lips."Nothing as bad as that. I just ... There's something you did, once. If you could do that, again. It would ... It would help so. Insanity perhaps? What is a lunatic after all but someone who has been transfixed by the moon? I look at the razor blade on my desk, shining with a pale luster so much like that of the moon. If I use it to cut open my veins I will never have the chance to look up at the full moon again. My heart will never ache at its beauty. Looking at the moon used to always make me feel that there are greater forces at work in the world. It made me believe that in some places, where the shadows still lay. She gently leans and kisses me so softly I can barely feel it, flicking her tongue as she pulls back up. “Ahn” I moan. I squeeze my eyes shut.“Still don't want me to do it?” She whispers. I whimper. I hear her giggle, and then she licks slowly but deeply up and down my slip. Oh god oh god oh god, it feels so good. Then she pushes her tongue down swiftly and hard, hitting me directly on my clit, flicking it back and forth.“Ahhhh! Oh fuck, oh god!” I moan and cry, bucking my hips onto her ever.