Actually he was the reason why I hadn’t. Maybe it was because my son had inadvertently given me a glimpse into something he was willing to experience. Had this night been done right, I would have liked a romantic date before I took his virginity. We had talked and the man even sent me money, but told me one day he’d like to meet his son. My breath became labored by the time I arrived home. *Okay.*
Feeling excited, I stripped out of my current out fit and shuddered in the chill of the air. Why do you talk like that?*
*Like what?*
*You know, saying fuck.*
He didn’t respond. Rubbing them softly with light pinches, I thought of Mike suckling on them. “I was thrown out by my parents because I was pregnant with you,” I said, knowing he knew this part. So when my body suddenly went rigid and my world went to stars it was a surprise. Why do you talk like that?*
*Like what?*
*You know, saying fuck.*
He didn’t respond. I walked past him to the kitchen and texted him. We talked about everything important in text, mostly because I avoided a lot of drawn out conversation.
