She almost giggled.She almost giggled. "You are going to cook." "Me?" "I can not; I am a lousy cook." "I know," I said gravely and then she laughed and then we were hugging each other. Finally she said the food had to be stored or it would go bad. I grabbed the two bags and carted them into the kitchen. She was behind me. My alleged cat, hearing someone at the door, mugged our ankles in the dining room and we had to stop and pay toll (in belly and jowl rubs) before we continued. As I put the food away, she said sometimes it was difficult to be away from her kid for so long. Even when Sabrina went to stay over at a friend's house, she missed her desperately. I nodded. "Your kid is terrific." "And she is growing into a woman." "A beautiful woman. As beautiful as her mother." She handed me a yellow pepper for safekeeping in the crisper. "And sexy?" I stored the peppers, closed the refrigerator and faced her. "Yes, she is getting to be sexy, and acting sexual, too." She held my gaze for a long moment. "It worries me she may be too much like her mother." "She could do worse." "No -- she is too young!" "To do the same things at the same age, yes, she's too you. But I think you're terrific." I pulled her toward me, but she pulled away. "You would like to puck her?" "In a year or so, if she keeps developing the way she is, my cock and balls will want her -- but my head and heart run me, not my dick. She's a kid, a young child becoming a woman and too damn young, no matter how much she turns me on. And she will and does turn me on! I won't pretend she doesn't!" Livinia stood like a statue. "She is a woman and lovely and sweet and I like her and I am a man and I am going to react to her, and that's the way it is! But that does not mean I have to do whatever my gonads tell me -- and I like to believe I am more than a cock and balls. |