“Oh, gosh Mom you are beautiful and very sexy, everything I could imagine and more,” I retorted. Her modest breasts right at eye level, sexy wide... hips, round motherly belly all awaiting our next move. “Move over so I can lie down next to you,” she ordered. I moved to the left side of my bed and she climbed onto it her face meeting mine for kisses and she remained on her knees. I couldn’t help but run my right hand up the inside of her thighs…I wanted to feel more of her hair! She. What up sista?.. He say leaning on the door eyeing me.. I had to glance up at him again!..Mrs. Callister wont hold your food miss so I suggest you put whip to your horses!.. I aint hungry I manage to say to the stud.. Oh no?.. He say back..The lights was out in my room and the only light coming in was the ones from the street.. He peer pass my shoulders.. Where your guy?.. Wheres yours?..I counter.. Haha!..We both laugh.. Man this black guy didnt talk like the dudes I was used too .. No. Their parents knew each other, perhaps that was why she had been kind. His parents worked for a living, hers did not. Her parents were divorced and she spent most summers with her mother in some upscale site on the Riviera. He spent most of his in a primitive log cabin in the back woods of Maine. His parents were ‘wannabees’, desperate to cling to even the lowest rung of the social ladder. Hers were descendants of the earliest settlers in the New World, in the history books, her great. Probably never survived my station surfing. This time I listened to the words. Listened to it while watching Amber sway. It was a beautiful song about a stubborn unrequited love. I closed my eyes and let Dido’s voice wash over me. I saw glass, perfect pieces of color flowing in my mind. Soft-textured, joined in such a way they blended wonderfully to form a naturescape. Words to shapes and shapes to colors. ‘That is a very pretty song,’ I said. I had never used the word pretty to describe music.