" Chill out mother, I'm just trying to find out what they believe and why," Steph said."It's not any of your business young lady. It's not something y...u would understand anyway," her mother chided."Mother, I'm a Philosophy major. What the fuck makes you think I wouldn't understand them. I've got more of a chance to understand them than you do." Shit," she mumbled as she walked away ignoring her mothers comments about her language.But that was a few months ago. Their relationship had already. I met my husband, Phillip when we were both still in college. It was at a  frat party, he was a senior and I was a young, naive freshman from a little town. A small town girl who had her first shot at jumping out into the big world. I suppose I figured that it was going to be my chance to cut loose, live life on the wild side; something that was hard to do in my little home town, at least not without causing a scandal or having everyone know of it. Including my parents. I managed to get. Just abused in a whole different way. If she'd had one of your buddies over there in Alabama nudging her a bit, she'd be out of high school and into college. She's smarter than just the music."This I already knew. Kara in a game of Trivial Pursuit was as formidable as my Johanna. She beat both of us, her normally repressed demeanor taking a decidedly gleeful turn. In the weeks since she started coming over, she did seem different. I said so to Jo."And since she's been talking with the. "She stuck her tongue out at me but sashayed away into our cabin anyway, and when she joined me in the buffet car a few minutes later, there was no discernible difference, the skirt was perhaps a couple of inches higher, and two little lumps were clearly visible beneath her tee shirt.She sat down at our table with confidence far beyond her sixteen years and smiled at me."Well?" Well, what?" Is that better?" Is what better?" I've pulled my skirt up, took my bra off and my panties are in my.