Not until you ask me to.” She smiled against my ear. “Mommy?” I gasped, “Did you get a wax?”
“Earlier today,” she smiled back at me over her shoulder, “just for you, baby-girl.”
“It’s the best present anyone’s ever gotten me.” I giggled, admiring Mom’s assets. After choking on me for another minute, she pulled back, a look of disappointment in her tear-filmed eyes. “I thought a lot about what you said to me yesterday,” she said softly, her voice shaking, “I walked for miles, just thinking about it. She wasn’t following my lead at all, but reacting intuitively to her own instincts, flying free from my teachings, becoming her own woman. When it was over, we were so exhausted that we couldn’t even move off each other, and simply made pillows of each other’s thighs as we idly fingered the holes before us.
