I was okay with the basic birds-and-bees talk. Years ago, I had explained to her about menstruation and the physical changes her body was going throug... as she changed from a girl to a woman. I thought I had pretty much covered everything. She was fully prepared when she got her first period. She knew how babies are made, how a male's sperm gets to a female's egg, how a baby grows in the uterus, and how it is born. I had taken her shopping for bras and panties, coached her on how to keep herself. Vicky was a bit conflicted on Tuesday, but after a good fucking Tuesday night and walking the floors on Wednesday, she got into the art of electrical transition Thursday night. By her third woman, she was gauging the kill shock at just the right time on the twenty-minute mark. That gave maximum pleasure and still left ten minutes to clean up before the next client. By her eighth, she was a master.“Damn” Vicky thought to herself. “I am getting to like this. I better be careful or I will end up. Without finding any evidence to the contrary Steve had to reluctantly agree that for some reason Pat must have been fabricating this story about having a daughter and he couldn’t figure out why he would do something like that. Twenty plus years of friendship with Pat and all this time he was telling Steve a lie about a daughter that doesn’t exist was something. Steve didn’t understand why he would do that and it really bothered Steve.As they were leaving the apartment they visited the landlady.. Aside: Union Springs Alabama is the home of the national field trials for pointing dogs, and many "yankee plantations" where they use mules and wagons to take the hunters around to shoot the quail.When I got home, Momma and I talked about how she had been getting along. I asked how her garden had done this year. She told me that she had picked more peas and tomatoes than she could use, so she gave the extras to the neighbors. "Momma, are you lonesome by yourself?" I asked her."Sugar, the best.