His dad held mother’s chair as she sat down at the head of the table.“Timothy,” his mother said, “Although it is not customary, I have reserve... the seat at the other end of the table for you in celebration of your birthday.”The other women and then Timothy and his dad took their seats.His mother said as they started to pass the service plates and bowls around the table, “You may be wondering why your aunts were invited to this special occasion tonight. Well, upon reaching your eighteenth. What upsets Karajan most is what they did to her after she died.But I honestly don't know what he is talking about.I promised him a written confession when I came to. Karajan had an oxygen tank, and a syringe of dexamethasone ready, should I die before he wanted me to. Then he put bandages on the small wound in my throat. Karajan brought me back to life. Fed me chicken broth with a spoon.My only clothes now are these dry wool socks and fresh panties he is letting me wear, and the afghan. I started humming the song, while starting the song and dropping it back in my shirt pocket and we danced.I am almost as tall as her, but I am able to hold her and see her pretty face as we danced together.The song continued on. Mom leaned her head on my chest until it was over. When it ended, we bowed and curtsied to each other, and I said, “I can’t thank you enough for sending me to Cotillion, Mom. I have become more confident. I found something I really enjoy doing, and I may have found the. 'Looks like something is working down there,' Mike said.'What?'Rachel looked down. Her body had not merely reacted inwardly, and she could see her most female area, soft and wet and inviting and beyond wonderful.'Oh Mike, look.'They embraced, and he pulled her close, lifted her up and into his lap, and kissed her, swept up in the moment.They were facing each other now, and Rachel steadied herself, her arms around Mike. He was stroking her again.'So this is it?'His hand was just above Rachel's.