Free Tempted by Cj Paul Page A

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    As for Mom’s view of sex, well … let’s just say that she’s appalled that I would ever patronize a movie that is rated R, or that has partial nudity.   If she ever found out that I wore a thong bikini to the beach in my college days, she would surely cut me out of her will.  
    I would swear on a stack of Bibles – King James’ version, in deference to Mom – that she only had sex twice in her whole life: when she conceived my sister and when she conceived me.   We rarely talk about Erica.   She was much older than I , and died as a young woman.   While we never got the chance to get to know each other as well as I would have liked, I was very fond of her.   She was a hoot!   Mom and she weren’t particularly close and I’ve always found it odd that Mom didn’t make more of an effort to bond with me, considering what she’d been through.   Then again, maybe she did try to get close to me in her own way.   If that’s the case, it’s finally paid off because at this point in my life , I couldn’t ask for a better mother.
    During our hangout sessions, which now take place two or three times a week, Mom loves to creep up behind me to look over my shoulder at the computer screen, especially if I’m cracking up about something or smiling stupidly.   She’s a stealthy little thing, part ninja really.   Every now and again , she manages to sneak up on me completely unawares, and I nearly jump out of my skin when she asks too loudly, right by my ear, “Whatcha lookin’ at?”   It wouldn’t really be a problem , but she has an uncanny kna ck for doing it exactly when I’ m viewing something racy.   The saving grace is that when there’s raunch in written form only, without imagery to back it up, she never gets what the content is about.   Thank heavens she doesn’t watch current network TV or she would catch on more readily than my comfort zone could tolerate.
    All in all, it’s quite lovely having my mom as my new best friend.   And my garden has never looked lovelier.

Chapter Ten
    Dear Claire,
    There’s this guy I really like.   We’re going on our first date tomorrow and he’s cooking dinner for me and everything.   I am really excited but I’m also scared to death.   He’s really smart and worldly and I don’t know how to act or what to talk about or wear.   Help!!!
    Signed, Kelly
    “Sweet Kelly, j ust relax.   Be yourself and have fun!   Try not to think too much and remember to breathe.   If you find yourself getting nervous, just turn your attention to what he’s saying and really listen to him.   He must be interested in you or he wouldn’t have invited you in the first place.   And any man who offers to cook for you is worth his weight in beans.   Now go have a wonderful time and report back afterwards.   I want to hear all about it!
    “Well , that ends today’s show, cheries .   Please join me next week for our topic:   Genie Wishes – How to make dreams come true for both you and your man.   Ciao for now.   Mwah!”
    Well that was easy!   In fact, that was probably the most effortless response I can remember giving on my show.   Time for a little victory celebration.   Let’s see.   I could do with something fruity today.   Citrusy perhaps.   Light-bodied, not too dry.   Definitely something with a full bouquet.   B&J’s Lemonade Sorbet it is.   And a relaxing visit to my new favorite hangout:   Alex’s Facebook page.
    I click on his page’s link, praying that those sites promising to show you exactly who is looking at your page are scams.   Otherwise, I will have lots of explaining to do to him.   His latest post is of the comedic variety.

     
    That was pretty funny and rather coincidental, given I’m eating something lemony as I read it.   Great minds and all.
    Next up is a note from a guy named Ken.   I think I read this one already but what the heck ...
     

     
    Oh my gosh!   Everything Alex wrote is almost exactly what I