"My eyes widened, and I stuttered, "Uh, um," as I felt the softness of breasts against me, "but, I mean, er, how can I... I mean, eh, you're my mom." ...Well certainly," she smiled, "the same way as with any girl." But, ehm, what I mean, it's, er, not quite..." Mom had kind of a pretty face, actually, though, which was causing my thoughts to wander. I mean, if you were allowed to think like that about your own mother. But she certainly seemed to be allowing it right now, which was pretty. She imagined the dreams she had just come out of, knowing now that they were not real any more. Perfect male bodies stretched in the sun, there were women she could communicate with, on the same wavelength, the people there were fun, lively and intelligent, unbound by the cumbersome rules of the past, sunshine and leisure. The drabness of the old world of discipline, austerity, war and social control were left behind forever. Memories resurfaced. She remembered Ted – her boyfriend, partner.. That is why Isurprised you with Grace. She will be a tremendous help to my newdaughter."Now, hurry to your bath. Grace will help you. Grace know what will bebest for you to wear today. And she will help you with a light makeupand a simple hairstyle, just to get you to the Salon. After that? Youwill be a new woman.As the hurricane she is, she bounced from my boudoir before I could sayword. My feet found the pink satin mules and I took my first steps inheels, tottering to the wonderfully scented. He picked me up like I was a doll-with ease. We said our hello’s and vacated the airport. Of course he had to say.”I’m starving.” We stopped at a restaurant it was around 5 and I was a bit hungry myself but still couldn’t wait to get home. The thought that kept coming to me, my night stand. We ate and had a couple of drinks and continued on our way to my house. On the way home we chatted about old times but he could tell I was a little off. I wanted, needed that hit.We finally made it home. He.