“Oh, that’s too bad,” I heard my mother say, “Maybe next week?” I could tell she was disappointed. My mother’s weekly massage was an important time in her week, and I hated to see her disappointed.
“I can give you a massage!” I said, as she set the phone down. “I know I’m small, but I can do it.”
My mother looked at me with a shy smile. She was so beautiful, with auburn hair and bright blue eyes, and breasts that filled out the tight blouse that was tucked into her mini skirt. Even at the age of