As mothers often do, mine must have tucked Jenny's name away wherever they store memories of their children's teenage years. Then, by unlikely chance,...one day my mother happened to read the "In memoriam" column in the local paper, and showed me one of its entries...I still remember its words: "In loving memory of Genevieve Sieczka, who passed away one year ago. Always remembered and sadly missed", and Jill's name followed."Your Jenny must have been quite a girl," my mother commented. "Teenage. I'd been seeing this girl for a while, that was right into the 50 Shades books. I never really got into them myself, but did read one pretty good chapter and decided to partially recreate it. I ran a bath for my girl, told her to relax and take her time as I had a surprise for her. I had been out and bought some new lace topped hold-up stockings, a nice thong to go with them and a mans white shirt. I laid them out on the bed for her, along with a pair of her knee high boots. I told her that. How they seemed so psychically connected that they even ordered the same dishes in restaurants. He was finally ready to let himself be vulnerable again after too many past hurts. He was finally ready to take this relationship to the next, intimate stage.Then suddenly she told him She wasn't going to be seeing Him any longer. That She had already started seeing someone else instead. "But what about Us?" was the question that never should be asked in these situations, but was. It should never be. I had no clothes, but since none of the other women did, I didn't feel out of place. I noticed right away that the other women were shaved. My unshaved womanhood stood out. Feeling a bit nervous, I returned to my room after having something to eat."As I sat in my room thinking about all that had gone on, there was a knock on my door and my mistress entered. She told me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide. I did as instructed, her harshness of tone causing me to get excited. With myself.