“I just put the beef bourguignon in the oven; that has to bake for another hour-and-a-half. We’ve also got a nice loaf of French bread and some fr...esh asparagus,” she said proudly. Lauren considered herself a good cook and had taken the afternoon off to get everything ready.First, her mother had come over and taken the children with her for the weekend. This was the first time Lauren had asked for time alone with a man since the funeral, and even if her mother was a little nervous, she was. It was if he had gone back in time 30 years. “Chelsea, you look enchanting; just like your mother did. I feel guilty though, like I manipulated you into putting on her nightgown. I hope you don’t mind that I changed into my pajamas.”“You didn’t manipulate me. I wanted to do it. I had to do it. I want to feel like she felt when you two made love together. I want to do the things you two did.”“Chelsea, are you sure about this? Like I told you, we were a little kinky. Your mother and I. I thought I might have precipitated that?” I questioned, and with that, she turned a bright shade of red and quickly looked away from me.“Look J. I’m not mad, I’m not upset. I care about you guys and want the best for you. I...” she quickly cut me off.“This has nothing to do with you, Matt. Well, maybe just a little bit I guess. What the hell did Renee tell you?” she asked in a very annoyed and urgent tone.“Uh, just what I said, that she was concerned and you weren’t yourself. She was. ”Allison put down her bag. “Because if a breast or naked body is nothing special, then objectifying media will have no power or effect, right?”“Correct. And as sexuality stops being generalized to dealing only dealing with the physical side of it, we can finally talk seriously and openly as a society about the rest of it. That’s what we need to finally kick out the current rape culture.”Emanuel put down his bag. “But won’t there always be some people who would violate others anyway?”“Yes, but.