She smiles, “Yes and I have been doing some lingerie
work in stores and for adverts. I like the runway best,
the feedback is so instantaneous from the audience. They
so appreciate the way you look and move.”

“I have never been to a runway show. And I have never
seen a model live in a store modeling lingerie. I have a
lot to look forward too.” I am trying to stay in control
and not drool.

This girl is oozing sensuality with every move and
breath. I call it animal magnetism where two people are
drawn together and they each tingle at the back of their
necks. I have a deep tickle right now, and when this
happens, the tickle starts moving south.

Karen comes in arm and arm with Meg and they settle in a
settee next to the fireplace.

Karen has on an apron, and a scooped neck shirt and
shorts. Meg is dressed in slacks, a print blouse open to
her mid-boob line, and flip-flops. Meg has her hair back
in a ponytail, and looks really cute.

Meg works for an advertising company in Boston, mainly
doing layouts and designing print ads, but she has
clients of her own that love her work, and she is making
a bundle of money.

It is so gratifying to see an artist making money with
their inherent skills. Too many are starving and yet
have so much to offer.

Meg smiles, looks at me, and says, “Sooooo. We are here
to settle a few things, and to spend the night with our
favorite parents.”

Meg comes over to Maia and sits, and I move to sit with
Karen. Meg says, “Let’s go have supper. Mom made plenty
I am sure. We can talk over warm food.”

We went into the kitchen and enjoyed the meal. We had
lots of wine, and we were laughing and telling stories
in no time. Karen is so unsure of the girls’
relationship and she admits that she is just nervous
with the newness of it all. Karen has never had a
lesbian relationship as far as I know, so this is very
new to her. The kids have been married about a year.

I haven’t had a lesbian relationship either, by the way.

The phone rang and it was Myrtle, Karen’s sewing buddy.
Something about the quilt Myrtle was sewing had gone
awry, so Karen left to go help her friend.

After dinner we three went into the living room, where
the fire is nearly out. Maia suggested we enjoy the
embers and sit on the floor with perhaps one more log to
enjoy.

We did that with our chins in our hands as we lay flat
and watched the newest log catch and slowly burn.

Meg said softly, “Have you and Mom thought about what we
proposed last visit?”

I reached over and pulled Meg to me, and she cuddled.
“Yes we have and we have done more than that. We
consulted a lawyer and have done tons of research to see
all sides of the incredible idea you two have hatched.”