I looked her over in the sweater and skirt. “I like how the skirt shows off your legs, but aren’t you going to be cold?” I asked.She smiled, sat...on the bed with her hip pressed to mine, and whipped out a pair of stockings. “If I do, I’ll get you to warm me up,” she said, pulling one up her leg. “Besides, aren’t you worried about Leanne? She’s not wearing pants either.”I shrugged. “Am I wrong for thinking her leggings will offer more warmth than your stockings?”“They do,” she said, “but not as. I had married at the age ofeighteen to the boy that made me pregnant. At that time, I didn't knowmuch about life, boys or sex and paid the price. Anyway, a few yearsafter Luke was born, his dad disappeared. He had gone into the army orsomething and forgot us. It was a struggle but I managed and we built afair and steady life. Luke and I often watched TV together, either thenews or movies. We both loved sitting close on the sofa and watching anymovie that appeared."Mum, what is a transvestite?". "I want to date you, Robert. But, I have to be honest with you...if we do keep dating, I may also see other guys." Black guys?" He asked, suddenly becoming noticeably more eager acting."Yes," I replied. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to be dishonest with him, or deceitful; and if me seeing other guys (and other black guys) was a deal breaker, it was better to face that now, instead of later on. In fact, I had plans for later that same day to meet up with a black guy I'd. He has the habit of just drinkingmilk. We need to show him that he needs to stop and breathe." Shegrabbed the baby and held her closer in her arms as well. The baby waspartially over her shoulder. The baby kicked her breasts a little. Shethen patted the baby until he let out a satisfying burp. I was sad for asecond but I knew my son was in safe arms. I rubbed my sore breast. Thecool air of the room soothed it a bit."So... Mary, has our son put more memories in your head? I felt newmemories kick.