A'moth debated whether to try to read Isabelle's mind. She didn't need her daughter's cooperation to make the link. She had read Juan Perez's mind ful...ly, despite his frantic efforts to stop her. But to force read would be a profound invasion of privacy, and without Isabelle's permission A'moth couldn't bring herself to do it. She wound up sitting by her daughter's side and gently petting her head.The time passed slowly. The cornfield at night was silent, except for the slow chirps of a few. I like what I see and apparently, so do you. Stopping at the bar stool next to you, I ask, ‘Is this seat taken?’ ‘It is now,’ you reply beaming a smile at me. I take a seat on the bar stool and cross my legs, noticing you looking at them and how my skirt slides up showing off more of my thighs as I do. The bartender comes over and takes my order. We sit for a few minutes not talking, but stealing little glances, catching each other’s eye and smiling. It is obvious to both of us that there is. After about 5 minutes and it wasn't going anywhere, I motioned for her to put her mouth on his cock, as I kept feeding dollar bills into the movie player. To my surprise she bent right over and started sucking this strangers cock. I watched as she slowly licked his cock and flicking the head with her tongue. She then stood back up and kept jerking him but he pulled back and stuck his fingers through. She looked at me wondering what he wanted and I told her to take her shorts down and I. “A little,” I said, “But nowhere near as much. Someone else waited in vain for me, for a very long time, and was always there for me.”“Who?” She asked, tears forming in her eyes. For a genius she was sure dense.“You know who!” I replied.“My mom?” She asked, cheering up a little.“No, you obtuse doofus,” I replied.“WHO!” She yelled.“You.”The expression on her face froze. It turned into shock and awe.“You’re scared of it,” she replied, “You think I’m-”“Not anymore,” I stopped her, “I’m scared,.