"Get the water ready, young man!"I dragged my eyes away and soon the steam was rolling from the shower stall. I waited in the rising steam, writing my...name on the glass over and over until the door opened and the lower half of my mom appeared.The triangle of hair was dark and curly and I could see the split between her legs through the soft curls.This was the ritual when we were going to an opera or another event together. We were loud in the echoing shower room, laughing and playing. She worked at the pancake house part-time to put away spending money for college.She was very cute, even in the hostess attire. She wore light makeup, her luscious full lips with lip gloss made her lips sparkle, beautiful blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair pinned up atop her head and she smelled so fresh, a vanilla scent. I thought about making a comment like, “Wow, I get to see you out of your street clothes.” Glad I thought about it and didn’t say anything stupid like that.Her name was. These women are getting married solely to enable their husbands’ future promotion, and after the wedding night their husband will probably not plug them again during the marriage. The men have been plugging native girls on a daily basis, and being married ain’t going to change their habits. The wives will fill their time meeting other bored wives for tiffin, arranging flowers, and drinking – lime cordial to start with – then adding a tot of gin to give it, and them, some sparkle. It is not. She liked to lie awake for a few minutes to get her bearings and she could be a bitch during those few minutes. But after that she was fine.Allie shifted again when she felt Adam kiss the top of her head a second time. She glanced at the clock then shifted until she was facing him."I need to get up," he whispered."Too bad," Allie said with a smile. "You're our sex slave now. Didn't we mention that?"She negated her words by kissing him softly on his chest."I can slide down and off the end – if I.