Cindy looked stunned, mom was grinning, just barely keeping herself from laughing out loud. I tried desperately to think of something to say. "I'm sor...y Cindy," was all I managed, "I don't know how it happened."Mom burst out laughing. "Deary," she said to me, "You know how it happened." She stopped smiling. "The question is why?" It was an accident, mom!" That got me a disbelieving look from her. "I mean, I didn't scratch her on purpose, it just happened. We were... um," ohmygod, how was I. I gently asked you to spread your legs as I softly parted your labia to slip my finger deep inside you. I noticed the wetness and how swollen your clit was, sensing your arousal. You tried not to moan as your mind and heart raced with the intimacy of it all. All to soon, the examination was over and I had withdrawn my finger. Caught up in the excitement of the experience you accidentally let slip a soft sigh of disappointment and looked up into my eyes.There was a short, distinct, moment. “Nothing really” I said, “Sit around, eat Shawarma, Ride the subway; I’d like to live in Brooklyn, but it costs too much.” She nodded, and looked forward. There was a pause. I drank more Gin; the little fire in my belly was a welcome assault on my being. I began to warm up to the show. It was just like a show in a back-water strip club, everything looks wrong and twisted; eventually you just adjust to the crookedness. I ask Ashley what she wants in life; I ask her why she is here. She looks. But, to his surprise, when he got to the tennis court, Katherine was there, talking to his coach. He could see that she'd handed the coach some kind of note. He could figure out that she must be helping him somehow, and felt greatly relieved and appreciative.But then, just as the coach walked away, she turned her head and saw Alan only a short distance behind her. She smiled as a distinctive wide-eyed look crossed her face.Alan thought, Uh-oh. I know that expression all too well. That's her.
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