My jaw practically unhinged. When Justina saw my expression she clapped her hand over her mouth. “Did I say that out loud?” she said. We nodded. W... all laughed but for Justina and me it was more of a nervous chuckle. It actually made me hornier then I already was when Justina had said that. Mom stirred her tea with a spoon and we ate. Suddenly Mom dropped her spoon. She crawled under the table to pick it up. I looked at Justina and suddenly a gasp escaped from her lips. I looked under the table. Daughter? There’s that word again. Jessica stopped at the entrance to the columbarium. Jenny is my daughter. I’ve never adopted her – as if Cindy would allow that – and she doesn’t call me ‘Mom,’ that’s reserved for Cindy. but that’s our relationship. Maybe even better than some I’ve seen. I do love her. The event at the church this afternoon won’t be the same without Jenny’s extra spark of energy ... or Valeria... And Cindy? Our relationship? It’s unlikely we’ll ever be friends – she hurt. .. Honey, I don't know what to think ofthis." Mommy, can I be a girl? What will Daddy say? What will he do?" I'm not sure, Billie. I will have to talk to him and see what he thinks.I need time to think about this too. I can't believe how pretty you are.Oh, look, he blushes just like a girl, too."Billie was in heaven; Mom wasn't mad and seemed to really like him as agirl."Jenna, take you broth ... err ... sister upstairs and get him lookinglike my son again, please." But Mommy, I thought you. "Amanda," I sighed after a long pause to get my voice under control "I just could not believe it was you when I first turned on the tape." But did you like it?" she asked with an impish grin."God help me," I sighed lowering my head in shame "but I loved it. I shouldn't be feeling this way about watching you being...being..." Fucked?" Amanda supplied as I faltered."Yes...fucked." I breathed.I was aware of my daughter leaning forward to put her empty glass on the table. Reaching over she took my.