” “Men don’t have to be good-looking,” said my mother,“The world is ruled by ugly men married to beautifulwomen.”I... took a sip of juice and asked again, “But am I good-looking?” This time she ignored my question altogether and asked,“Are you having sex or not?”“I don’t think I have to answer that,” I said, My mother looked at me. “You should have sex.”I was meeting my mom after a short break but it hadbegun. How old and mature she'd seemed to my fourteen year old self. In allthose years, she hadn't changed one bit, and to aged eyes she appearedyoung enough to make me feel guilty for looking. My teenage instincts hadbeen more right. Wouldn't surprise me to learn she was older than thecity she'd made her home."A lot sooner now," I croaked out the words, the weight of my yearspressing especially heavy next to her ageless beauty. "Cancer. Maybe sixmonths the doctors, the doctors say." ooo, so soon? And. " I suddenly realized that she was more into this than I was. That what had started as a crazy curious obsession with me was now all Donna could think about. Not that I minded that much. This was more fun than anything I'd done in a long time. I stripped down totally and cleaned the makeup off to give Donna a clean slate to work with before she started again. This time I watched what she was doing as she applied the makeup. Once I was completely made-up again and she insisted that I wear my. A small part of me is a little relieved that at least now i will have an answer for Him when He asks to hear it. i have no idea how long i've been in the corner, perhaps 30 minutes. He has been quietly sitting behind me the whole time. i can almost feel His eyes burning into my skin. i wonder if He has any idea of the course of my thoughts as i've been standing there. i wonder if He can tell that i've reached a conclusion. i don't dare say i'm ready to talk, though. i know i must wait for Him.