Her hand pushed my head lower, towards her clit. I was so close I could smell her sweetness from here, my vision filled with the image of her pussy as...she moved my finger into her. My whole body went rigid with suppressed excitement, my finger was actually inside her. I was amazed at how confident she was, so sure of what she wanted. She began to move my finger in and out with her hand, the tightness inside her gripping me as she showed me the rhythm she wanted. I wasn’t brave enough to take. The fluorescent lights in the thirty foot ceilings flickered and buzzed as they responded to the light switches. A quick trip around the inside reassured me that the roof patches had held so far, since the stains on the ceiling hadn’t morphed into new shapes since the last time I’d checked. I went to the rear of the building to check on the Bertha room. In a room built for twenty-six permanent occupants, seven of them were named Bertha. I wondered if there had been a special on interments of. She wraps his hair in a turban towel and leads himback to her station. Betty moves the tray full of pink and white permrods close to Henry's side and asks him, "Are you ready dear? I knowthis is your first perm. It is quite a long process and it can be alittle nerve wracking but no worries." Henry smiles and replies," I haveto admit I have a mix of excitement and nerves Betty. I hope mine comesout as nicely as Martin's did last week. He loved the experience and helooked so cute in the. .are you sure you’re not...mad at us?”Jane felt her own eyes beginning to tear up and reached for a tissue herself. “Oh no, Mom. I was never mad at you.” She felt something begin to well up inside her that seemed to push the next words out of her mouth. “I just… I always used to feel bad, because you and Dad always seemed unhappy and I...and I...” Grief suddenly engulfed her and her face crumpled into tears. “And I always thought it was...it was m-my fault!” she wailed. And now it was.