My mom, I thought her face would crack the day Scotty was born. During my pregnancy she pressured me to have an abortion. When that time had passed sh...e begged me to consider adoption. I just couldn't. She thought I had been drugged at a local nightclub, and had sex with a man I didn't know. It was my fault. That was the story I told her. It also changed the way she saw me, her only child. I'll never forget the look of utter disappointment on her face.Mom regretted any idea she ever had of. I guess she learned a great deal from my morning exhibition last Saturday. She straightens herself, moving out of the doorway and into the room.“I guess. . . we're. . . even?” she offers looking up at me. As I struggle to get my brain back on track I realize I should be careful just in case she suddenly gets cold feet. . . . or cold ass, or cold anything else. . .. and runs away.“Yeah. . . I think we are,” I reply calmly. I let go of my erection and relax my stance a bit. “It's great that. ”“And Kathy, for not scooping you up when she had the chance!”“I suppose so. My life would have been very, very different if Kathy and I had gotten together in eighth grade.”“Yes. And hers as well. You two would be planning a wedding now, having never, ever been with anyone else. And she’d never have shaved her pubic hair!” Bethany teased.“Don’t remind me! If my instincts are correct, twenty years from now she and I will be in that sauna and she’ll STILL be shaved and teasing me about it. I may. “So who are you dressed as, my Rose?” Smiling I said, “Try to find fined me, Lord Aries.” I ended the call and slipped back into the party. I spent the rest of the party teasing Dane. I sent him text messages, telling him that I was not this woman or that woman. I even sent him a text saying that we had danced. Finely around 1:30 in the morning I sent Dane a finale text. I told him that I would meet him at his car at 1:45. I was ready to go home. A few minutes later Dane walked over to his.