Neither of us told my mother what had happened to us that day. “Why I can’t make love to you. XXNX “Don’t you want to get dressed first?” I asked. She was stricken. I only told her that we felt the quakes at the beach. I closed it and brought it over to the end table next to where I had been sitting, and set it down. I sat up. I was thinking that maybe I’d go petition the city to close them off or put up a warning sign.” I said. Rooting us on. I walked out of the room and back up stairs. I kissed her on the lips. Her body could easily pass for a teenager’s. To make her mine. I set down Emma, and we both just stared at the door. For as long as I can remember. I only told her that we felt the quakes at the beach. Telling her what I felt had eased a bit of pressure from the back of my mind, and having her hug me felt wonderful. Did you?” She said through the door. “Are you saying that you want to take it slow?” She asked. The thought of making her sad was tearing me apart.
