"No reason, honey. I was just realizing what a strong young woman you're growing up to be. It feels like just yesterday that I took you home from the hospital."
"Oh, God, not this again," Samantha said, holding up her hand for her mom to stop. If there was one fundamental law about the universe, it was that teenagers would always be embarrassed by their parents. She decided to take this conversation up with her mom later, and fled the room. It was much to the relief of Margaret herself; she did not like the idle thoughts she had had just had about her daughter. She would not ever reveal them or act on them.
But then a new, strange thought came into Margaret's mind. She imagined another woman kissing her, caressing her, and doing the other things. And it made her excited. Her heart rate went up and mouth dried. Margaret realized that she did want to at least experience, once in her life, the feel of another woman. Not that she didn't love her husband dearly, or would ever leave him, but there were some things he didn't do to her that she wanted done to her.
Then Margaret looked at the keys on her coffee table and bit her lip. What was wrong with meeting someone new, she thought.
