Work over; it was time to unwind, the music was hopping, though the club was not packed, there was plenty of fun girls to dance with. Sometime later I... noticed someone watching me from the upper balcony, normally closed unless the house was full I thought it strange, a glint of light caught my eye, its reflection interpreted by my brain before I even knew. Margaret!She was there in the dark watching me. Alone? Curious now and as succinctly as I could I slipped away, scaling the rope that barred. From there she moved on to buns, pigtails, single and doublebraids and the worst of all, the French braid. What a pain that was tolearn. She also taught me the French twist and some other 'up dos' asshe called them.I learned about Scrunchies, ponytailers, hair bands, combs, brushes,curling brushes, blow dryers, different size curling irons, hot curlersand wearing curlers in my hair over night. I saw absolutely no need forme to learn any of this and told her so but she countered with, "Ofcourse. I want to be just like your mom, Bea. She is really special."I didn't say anything in response to what Millie was talking about, feeling that she had more to say.We silently sat for a minute, watching John, before she continued, "I know it might be difficult sometimes, but I want to do this, Mike. Can I start with just one little one and work up? I know I'm going to be busy with two babies, but another little one shouldn't be a problem. Please, Mike, let me try to be a foster mother for a while. I can go through complete orgies and not be that excited, but this little erotic morsel, so tiny most would miss it altogether, this was the cherry on the whipped cream on the parfait of erotic delights for me. My grandmother used to say "the greatest thing since sliced bread," and I was, thinking, "Am I queer? am I bi? what kind of woman does this and has sex with her mother, and wouldn't hesitate to do it again?" In Devons's bedroom, with the smell of cooking wafting in, I didn't hesitate to.