She constantly queried his face, buying only what he wanted. In thesalons, she bade him sit and watch her beauty treatments, explaining hispresence si...ply with: "My boyfriend likes to watch me get pretty." She sought out many renowned makeup artists. Some taught her thingsabout her beauty. Lenny reveled in all of it. Linda questioned Lenny closely about his own needs, and made sure thatevery topic that Lenny wanted elucidated was discussed. She tried manylooks, some dramatic, some artful, some. Julie was beautiful too, as beautiful as Jane in my opinion, but they were so different. Julie had a beauty that's real, you know? Like something I could touch and possess and understand. It's beauty of an earthly sort, if that makes sense, and not really surprising because it seems familiar somehow. But Jane looked the way you imagine beauty to be, something distant that you wouldn't dare intrude on. She could be admired and remembered, but not to held onto. Like a masterpiece of art hanging. I looked down and at that moment I swear she could hear my heart beating out of my chest - I expected her to be wearing shorts, or panties, something else under the robe – I never imagined her in this position. There she was, my mother's full naked body open before me, the lines of her curvy bare hips, the pale skin untouched by the sun, and a small but natural tuft of dirty blond pubic hair capping her treasure. My eye caught a sliver of tiny, pink, moistness between her spread legs. My shorts. “Lynette! Language!” Angela chided gently. “What did you think of? I know when your light bulb goes on, darling.”“Yeah Mom, that’s it! Why Tom reacted; I kinda reacted to that also. Those bonding exercises? Our holding hands, caressing them, sitting close and chatting quietly about private little things--all that--Tom and I--we’ve been doing all that together since forever! Oh shi ... Sorry. Years ago, Tom and I must have bonded intimately, just like in the Avery Program, but exclusively. We’ve.