.she had all the nuance, all the grace, all the timing, all the expression, not quite the knowledge, but she was still a little k**. If she heard it o...ce........once!...........then she just had it..She said she always wanted to be like me, but I could never be as intense about my art as she was, and that was good for my sanity and the few healthy relationships I have been able to be in my life. You know Ray, I love her, but for her, it's all piano, all music, all the time, except for sex and. As we snuggled after lights out, she said softly to me, “I wonder if this is what the writer of ‘I Am Woman’ was thinking about. It is now my favorite song.” I was convinced, after this demonstration, that whatever she wanted to do with her body without me wouldn’t hurt, even a little bit, what we had together.The next morning, now that her wild weekend was becoming a memory, she reflected, “I could probably do this every weekend but I don’t think that would be good for our relationship,. Me and mom held each other for a long time after that and finally she kissed me briefly on the lips and said “I hope your not to disappointed honey”. As she left to make dinner, she looked back and said “look on the bright side honey, at least you got Russell’s big cock”. It was strange hearing my own sweet, innocent little mother saying the word “cock”. I wondered how she knew that my cock was big but then I remembered her catching me masturbating a few times. All of this, complicated things. “Impossible!” Julia thought. “Someone must have changed it. Someone must be playing a joke or something.”Julia was about to go back to the bed, but something wouldn’t let her go just yet. She seemed to be fixated on the carved penis sticking up from the statue. She was mesmerized by the detail of it. There was something about it she couldn’t resist, she just had to touch it.As her hand wrapped around the shaft, it felt just as she had thought. It was cold and solid, like the marble it appeared.