Mom's eyes were sky blue, bright and clear like mine, and we shared the same girl-next door face, kind of fresh and clean with pink cheeks and open sm...les. We looked like the sort of wholesome girls you might find in a Norman Rockwell painting or a Calvin Klein advertisement and a lot of people, a lot of boys, liked that look a lot. Mom knew it too, but at fourteen, I'd just started to appreciate my good looks and I was still learning."You're home early," I said carefully, still trying to gauge. ”“You said she told you we wouldn’t need any clothes, and it’s couples-only; it would be a good bet that it’s a totally nude resort.”“I will, if you will.”“If she actually flies us down there, and tells us it really is a totally nude resort, I’ll be naked as soon as we board her plane.”“I’ve never flown before, have you?”“Yes. Many times back when Mom and Dad were getting along as a couple, and, after I made him stop fondling me.”“That still makes him mad at him!”“Don’t be. He knows he’ll be. True, more than a decade had gone by since she’d last seen him, but for a year prior to that she’d been more or less his babysitter. For six months she’d been his live-in babysitter. Building on that relationship may have been easier for her than forging the relationship I had with him.In any case, she decided to jump right in, once she determined she wouldn’t be judged.They slept in the other bedroom. Actually, I don’t think they got a lot of sleep. I heard them at least twice when her. Do you understand? Yes, Ahriman, she answered, covering his hands with hers. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, frowning. Do you have a question? Yes, Ahriman, but not about the house. It is about My Lord. The feel of her hands on his was doing something strange to him, and he took a deep breath. Ask. Her eyes stayed on his as she ran her fingers over the backs of his hands, down his forearms, up to his biceps where she held on firmly. A shiver ran through him, and his breathing.