Many times my mom said I looked like him a little bit. The fact that I was kind of short was the one thing she pointed out. The dark hair and eyes was...another thing (even though my mom has black hair too).“I’m just glad you didn’t get his nose,” my mom said one day, “That was his only real flaw. He had this terrible beak of a nose.”“I wish you’d just forget about him” I told her, “He’s gone, so what? He missed out on you.”We had been picking berries, which was a weekly thing. My mother was. Her irregular breathing told me she was close. When her gasp came, I felt her muscles squeezing under my tongue. She strained for a moment against my mouth, I kept sucking her gently until she pushed me away to close her legs and shiver.I crawled back up behind her and made her my little spoon while she recovered. Her taste was intoxicating. There was something about the forbidden nature of our sex and her own personal chemistry that drove me crazy. She hummed as she rolled back against my. On theway, I asked him if he had a femme name. He said hehad not. I asked him if anything came to mind that hewould like. He seemed to be having trouble with it, soI suggested Dawn. He liked that name, so we agreedthat he would be Dawn for the rest of the night.When we got to the restaurant, I had him put myankle-straps back on. We walked in with his arm aroundmy waist and my hand on his ass. By the time we wentin, it was almost eight. Most of the dinner crowd hadgone. We got a variety of looks. At the valley, he set about digging up the potatoes he had left to mature. This time, he got everything, culling nothing no matter how small. When he had exhausted the plot, he had a little more than a half case full. “Enough to last us for weeks,” he told the wolf. “But let’s look around and see if there are more carrots that have matured since we got the others.”However, instead of turning left toward the carrots when he got back to the stream, curiosity got him and he turned right, which is.