“How do you feel?” asked Julie the
following morning.
“Full,” replied Lynn.
“But no fuller than last night, I’m afraid.
I’m not sure that the rice experiment worked.”
“Well let’s take a look,” said
Julie, and she reached down to pull off the tape sealing Lynn’s cunt.
“Youch!” said Lynn.
“It’s a good thing I don’t have any hair down there.”
With the tape removed, Julie bent down
to examine Lynn’s vaginal opening. She
sighed. “You’re right, it
didn’t work,” she said. “Look,
the rice is still as hard as it was yesterday.
It didn’t absorb any of the moisture inside you.”
“If you don’t mind,” said Lynn,
“I’ll take a shower and rinse this lot out of me.
Being full of soft, squishy rice would be lovely, but this stuff is too
hard and scratchy.”
“Sure,” said Julie.
“I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done.”
After breakfast, Martin and Lynn said
goodbye to Julie and then got into the car to drive to the doctor’s surgery.
When they arrived it was still five to eight, so they had to wait a few
minutes for the surgery to open. Soon,
however, the doors were unlocked, and Lynn got out of the car.
“You’d better wait here,” she
said, and Martin nodded in agreement.
Twenty minutes later, Lynn emerged from
the surgery and got back into Martin’s car, triumphantly waving two pieces of
paper. “Quick,” she said.
“Let’s get to the chemist. Maybe
we can still get to school on time.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said
Martin. “Your father will be
calling the school shortly, I expect.”
“Yes, but I’d still like to make it
on time if I can. Anyway I have two
prescriptions here – one for the morning after stuff and one for my birth
control pills. I had to answer a
bunch of questions before he would give me these.”
“I’m not surprised.
Okay, I’ll drop you off outside the chemist and then I’ll wait for
you in the car park by the supermarket.”
He drove off and, a few minutes later,
stopped by the kerb so that Lynn could get out.
“Right, I’ll be there as soon as I
can,” said Lynn. “I’ll try
not to make you late for work.”
“It’s okay, I’m working from home
all this week,” said Martin.
“Oh!
That’s right, I forgot. Well,
I’ll see you in the car park then.” She
turned and hurried into the shop.
Martin drove around to the supermarket
car park and parked on the side nearest to where Lynn would be coming from.
He switched the engine off and prepared to wait again.
As it happened, though, he did not have
to wait long. Barely five minutes
later, Lynn appeared and waved. She
trotted up to the car and got in. “That
was easy,” she said. “I was the
only customer – my prescription got done right away.
I picked something else up, too.”
She gave Martin a little box which, when he shook it, sounded as if it
contained some kind of powder. Puzzled,
he read the label.
“Epsom salts,” he read aloud.
“For the relief of occasional constipation.
Are you constipated?”
“No of course not, silly,” said Lynn
with a smile. “Read the warning
on the back.”
Martin turned the box over.
“Adults: take one to two spoonfuls with or after food.
Children, nought to six years: take half to one spoonful.
Um, oh yes, here we are. Warning:
may cause diarrhoea.”
“That’s it,” said Lynn with a
grin. “An idea I just came up
with. Thanks to Julie’s
contribution last night, and yours, I am nicely full of poo.
With the help of those Epsom salts, I’ll turn those contributions into
liquid. I might even have a curry
tonight, just to add to the effect.”
“You want to give yourself diarrhoea?”
inquired Martin.
“Yup!
And with a bit of luck I won’t make it to the toilet in time.”
“Oh my goodness!” Martin’s jaw dropped.
“You’re going to have an ‘accident’ at school?”
“Indeed I shall. Tomorrow, though, not today.
I don’t feel quite full enough today.
Anyway, it’s gone half past now, so we’d better get going.”
Five minutes later Martin arrived at the
school. Lynn thanked him for the
ride, then got out. After he had
driven off, Lynn stood and waited by the gate for her friend to arrive.
Two minutes later, right on cue, Julie cycled through the gate, her skirt
riding up around her hips and her panties exposed for all the world to see.
The usual wolf whistles accompanied her arrival.
Lynn walked over to the bike shed to meet her.
“Hi,” she said. “Nice panties.”
Julie grinned. “Thanks,” she said.
“How did it go?”
“No problems at all,” Lynn reported.
“I have to get inside and take this morning after stuff with some
water. I also got some birth
control pills, but the doctor says I can’t have unprotected sex for at least
three months after I start on them.”
“Three months?” Julie looked dismayed. “Bummer!
I’d better get my own prescription sorted out pretty soon – I’m
getting a little tired of only being fucked in the arse.”
“Getting tired of it?”
Lynn feigned shock. “Julie,
how could you?”
Julie laughed. “Oh, I love it of course,” she said, “but I must admit
that my cunt would like some attention too, once in a while.”
“Well, I think condoms are the answer,
for the time being,” said Lynn. “If
I’d thought about it I’d have picked up some of them, too.
Hey, it’s nearly quarter to. We’d
better get in and see Mr Dean.”
The girls entered the school and climbed
the stairs to report to Mr Dean once again.
That afternoon, after another exciting
day of exhibiting themselves at every opportunity, Lynn and Julie hugged as they
parted company.
“Come back to me soon,” said Julie.
“The nights will be lonely without you.”
Lynn nodded. “I will,” she said.
“I’ll call you this evening, okay?”
She began to move away.
“Hey.”
Julie stopped her. “You’re
not going to get in your dad’s car like that, are you?”
Lynn looked puzzled.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Well, you’re skirt’s a decent
length, for one thing.”
“Oh!”
Lynn looked down at her skirt. She
hoisted it up and folded over the waistband a couple of times.
“Will that do?”
“Not by a long shot,” replied Julie.
“Keep going.”
Lynn folded it over again, and again.
When the hemline had reached crotch level Julie told her to stop.
“Better,” she said. “Now
go home, and have fun.”
Lynn smiled, waved, then ran over to her
father’s car. As she got in he
stared at her in disbelief. “What
the hell are you doing?” he demanded. “What
have you done to your skirt?”
“It’s the new me,” replied Lynn
simply. “Like it?”
“No I do not!” he said.
“Have you taken leave of your senses?
Fix your skirt right now!”
“Dad, stop shouting and just drive.
If it really bothers you, we’ll discuss it at home.
But for now we have to stop at Julie’s house first to pick up my
things.”
Mr Howard frowned and began to drive
away from the school. “Is this
Julie’s idea?” he asked. “What
kind of things have you two girls been doing while you’ve been staying at her
house?”
“All sorts of wonderful things.
I’ve found I like to show off my body.”
“So it seems. Well I can safely say you won’t be going to stay with her
again.”
“Oh Dad, don’t be so dramatic.
I think you’d better stay in the car while I go in and fetch my stuff
– I don’t want you having a row with poor Mr Ward.”
“Maybe I should,” muttered her
father.
“Not until you and I, and Mum for that
matter, have had a little chat.”
Mr Ward grunted but said nothing.
However he did remain in the car while
Lynn went into Julie’s house to fetch her things.
Martin let her in and, once the front door was safely closed, he gave her
a long, passionate kiss. Lynn
smiled happily at him. “Dad’s
fuming,” she said. “He
doesn’t think I should go around dressed this way.”
“Then he’s a better father than I
am,” remarked Martin wryly.
Lynn poked him in the ribs.
“I think you’re a wonderful father,” she said.
“But to tell you the truth, if my
dad started lusting after me I think I’d be pretty grossed out – I just
don’t find him attractive at all.”
Martin nodded. “Well,” he said, “you mustn’t keep him waiting.
I have your things right here.”
Lynn thanked him, then left the house
and got back into her father’s car. “Okay,
let’s go,” she said.
That evening, back at her own house,
Lynn stayed in her own room until she heard her mother arriving home from work.
Then, wearing one of her specially edited microdresses, she trotted
downstairs. She found both her
parents in the hallway.
“Here she comes,” said her father in
a disapproving tone. “And see?
What did I tell you?”
“Oh my!” said Mrs Howard, staring in
surprise at Lynn’s skimpy attire. “What’s
come over you, Lynn?”
“She’s decided she likes to flaunt
herself.” Mr Howard glared first
at Lynn, then at his wife. “I
wonder where she gets it from?”
Lynn’s mother glanced at her husband
briefly, her eyes narrowing a little. “Never
mind that,” she said. “Lynn, I
hope you don’t wear that dress in public.”
Lynn smiled. “I’ve worn shorter dresses than this, Mum,” she said.
“It’s the new me. I have nice legs and I like to show them off.
What’s wrong with that?”
“What’s ‘wrong’ is that you’re
telling the world that you’re a slut,” said her father, frowning darkly.
“It’s very unhealthy. Lynn,
go upstairs at once and put on some jeans.”
“Oh Simon, let’s not overreact.
I think we should sit down and have a family chat.”
“Good idea Mum,” said Lynn, pleased.
She walked past them into the living room and sat herself in an armchair.
Her parents took their seats on the sofa.
“Well, young lady,” said Simon,
“what have you got to say for yourself?”
“Merely that I have become an
exhibitionist,” replied Lynn, “and that as a result I am thoroughly enjoying
myself.”
“Has this come about because of your
stay with Julie?” inquired her mother.
“Partially,” said Lynn carefully,
“but it was something inside me that was just waiting to come out.
Julie simply helped me to discover it.”
“I see,” said her mother, nodding.
“You must realise, of course, the dangers inherent in your public
exhibitionism. You could be
arrested for indecent exposure, not to mention being groped or assaulted.”
“Wearing a dress like this is not
going to get me arrested for indecent exposure,” said Lynn.
“No,” admitted her mother, “but
tell me honestly – is that the worst that you’ve done?”
“Well … no,” conceded Lynn.
“But I do try to be careful.”
“Never mind careful!” exclaimed
Simon. “Lynn, you are not going to go out in that dress any more, nor in any dress of a
similar length. Is that clear?”
Lynn’s mother rolled her eyes.
“Oh Simon, I don’t think this is the time for heavy-handedness.”
“You can’t stop me doing what I love
to do,” warned Lynn, her heart beating quickly.
She was used to getting her own way with her parents, but open defiance
was a rare event, and it was always stressful.
“Jeez, don’t take her side, Gina!”
Simon looked angry. “I
thought you might have learned some sense by now.
Goodness knows this is your fault anyway – the least you could do is
try to fix it.”
Lynn was puzzled. “What does he mean, Mum?” she asked.
“Nothing, dear,” said her mother.
“Simon, there’s no use wielding the big stick now – it’s too late
for that. We have to try to make
sure that whatever she does, she does it safely.”
Simon shook his head.
“She does nothing, okay? I’m
going to burn anything in her wardrobe that’s shorter than mid-thigh, and
I’m going to make sure she doesn’t see that Ward girl again, except in
classes. There’s only a month
left of this term, and then…”
“And then what?” demanded Lynn.
“What are you going to do, keep me locked in my room?
You can’t stop me seeing whomever I wish!”
“I can damn well try,” Simon
growled.
“Simon, stop being an ass,” Gina
reproached him. “All you’re
doing is…”
“All I’m doing is trying to ensure
my daughter acts decently and respectably in public! If that makes me an ass, then well I’d better just start
braying.”
“I think you’re already doing that,
dear,” remarked Gina, with a wink at Lynn.
Simon nearly exploded with fury.
“Damn it woman, we’re having a family crisis and all you can do is
mock me? Well I’ve bloody well
had enough – I’m off out.” He
got to his feet and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Lynn sat in a stunned silence for a few
seconds. Then she said, “Crumbs,
Mum, you really made him angry! Thanks
for sticking up for me though.”
“Don’t mention it, dear.
I just know you too well to think that shouting at you isn’t going to
make you change your ways.”
“Then you don’t mind that I show off
my body in public?” asked Lynn hopefully.
“Now I didn’t say that.
I understand what you’re doing – only too well – but I can’t say
I approve of it. I’d like very
much for you to think about the possible consequences of your actions, and the
dangers involved. I’d like you to
be very careful about what you show and to whom, and I’d like you to stay
safe, whatever you do.”
Lynn nodded. “I try to,” she said.
“No.”
Gina shook her head solemnly. “Try
not. Do, or do not.
There is no try.”
Lynn burst out laughing, the spell of
seriousness broken. She pointed an
accusing finger at her mother. “You
got that from Yoda, you silly thing!” she exclaimed.
Gina was chuckling quietly.
“Yes,” she said, “but I did mean it.
You should ask yourself this question before you embark on any escapade:
could anything go wrong? If the answer is ‘yes’, then don’t do it.
Whatever you do, make sure it’s safe.”
Lynn sighed. “But Mum, the element of risk is half the fun!
If I can’t take a few risks when I’m young, when can
I take them?”
Gina nodded grudgingly.
“Risk is always fun,” she said, “but trust me: it’s not worth
getting caught. I’ll let you into
a little secret – I once liked to show off, like you.”
Lynn gasped. “You did? Gosh,
Mum, when was this?”
“Oh, before I married your father.
I got arrested a couple of times, and spent a few days in prison.
But it wasn’t the prison sentence that caused me the problems – it
was the criminal record. Have you
any idea how hard it is to get a decent job when you have a record?”
Lynn shook her head.
“Well of course you don’t.
But trust me, Lynn, you don’t want to get arrested. It
will ruin your future, it really will.”
Lynn nodded soberly.
“Okay Mum, your point is well taken.
I’ll try to minimise the risks of getting arrested, just for you.”
“Not for me, dear, do it for yourself.
Now I’m not going to ask you what you’ve done so far – it’s in
the past and it’s your business, but please promise me you’ll be careful and
look after yourself in the future. And
I don’t just mean avoiding arrest – make sure you don’t leave yourself
vulnerable to being raped.”
Lynn blushed. “I’ll … try not to,” she said.
Gina looked at her daughter
suspiciously. “Have you been raped?” she asked.
“Well, not exactly…” began Lynn.
Her mother gasped and put her hands to
her face in shock. “Lynn!” she
exclaimed. “When was this?”
“I said not exactly,” continued Lynn
in a rush. “It wasn’t really
rape, because I think I could have stopped it if I’d wanted to enough.
It was yesterday afternoon, in a really crappy part of town.
I’m fine though. But
I’ve had to take some morning after pills, and I’m going on the pill too.”
Gina had her head in her hands, and was
shaking it slowly in dismay. Eventually
she looked up. “Lynn, I’m so
sorry…” she began.
“Why?” asked Lynn, puzzled.
“Well I feel like this is my fault,”
said Gina wretchedly. “I’ve
obviously passed on my exhibitionistic tendencies to you, and now it’s got you
raped!”
“Relax Mum! I’m really fine, I promise,” Lynn assured her.
“Please don’t worry about it.”
“Lynn, I’ll respect your choice to
handle this as you wish,” said Gina, “but as your mother I really wish
you’d report it as a rape.”
Lynn shook her head.
“Mum, even if I wanted to, there would be no point.
There must be hundreds of people who have seen me naked in public now –
the defence would only have to produce one of them, and my credibility would be
gone.”
“Naked?” Gina inquired, then she
held up her hands and closed her eyes. “No,
I don’t want to know. Very well,
Lynn, but please don’t let it happen again.”
“I’ll try not to,” said Lynn.
“Mum, I’m curious – just what kind of things did you do when you
were younger?”
Gina smiled. “Oh, I don’t think so, dear.
I don’t think it would be appropriate for you to hear about all that.
For one thing it might give you ideas that I don’t particularly want
you to have in your head.”
“Oh please, Mum, just one story,”
Lynn begged. “I can’t believe
it would be anything I haven’t topped already.”
Her mother looked uncomfortable.
“It’s not really the sort of thing a mother should tell her daughter,
I’m sure.”
“Please Mum. I’d like to think that you and I could share our thoughts
on these experiences, since we seem to be kindred spirits.
I confess I’m seeing you in a whole new light…
Now don’t sigh Mum, I think it’s a good thing – it’s made me
realise that you and I are more alike than I knew, and it makes me feel somehow
closer to you.”
“That’s good, in a way, Lynn, but I
would have preferred something else to be our common ground.
If you insist, I’ll tell you a little story about how my taste for
exhibitionism first developed.”
“Ooh good.” Lynn smiled happily and prepared to listen.
“It happened when I was nineteen.
The year was seventy-six – it was a very hot summer as I recall.
I was a university student here in the city, and I had just come home
after my first-year exams. I had
not met your father by then. I was
supposed to be going to France on holiday with my parents, but I convinced them
to let me stay at home, supposedly so I could work, but actually so that I could
hang out with my friends. Well, we
were all nuts about disco in those days – my friends and I would dance to Abba
songs until the small hours – I think ‘Dancing Queen’ came out that
summer. Anyway, I was already kind
of an unusual teenager. My sister
was eight years older than me, and I had always been jealous of the attention
she had got as a teenager, wearing the tiny miniskirts that nearly every girl
wore in the late sixties. As I got
older, and she discarded the miniskirts in favour of flares and platforms, she
gave me all her old clothes. I
loved it! I wore her shortest
skirts and dresses, looking like a sixties chick even in the middle of the
seventies. I suppose I must have
looked very much out of place down at the disco, but I didn’t care.
When I danced in my minidresses, I got lots of male attention, and I
loved it.
“One day I got up and decided to go
shopping. I put on one of my
microdresses, but then I found that I had run out of clean underwear.
You may think that was terribly undomesticated of me, but to tell you the
truth I was so used to my mother doing all my laundry that I had hardly even
noticed that I was getting low. I
simply threw my old underwear in the basket, then when I found there was no more
in my drawer I went to the airing cupboard, expecting a newly-washed pair to be
in there waiting for me. But of
course there wasn’t. I suppose I
could have worn a dirty pair, but I just couldn’t bring myself to.
I was used to putting on a clean pair every day.
“To cut a long story short, I decided
to go out without any panties on. I
knew it was awfully daring, since I was wearing such a short skirt, but the idea
of being so naughty was rather exciting. Naturally
I intended to be extremely careful not to reveal myself, and I clutched my
hemline whenever even a slight breeze began to blow.
But it was not a very windy day, and I had no problems on that score.
“Unfortunately I had not prepared for
a much worse threat – that of small boys on the hoof. I was walking down a pretty crowded street, when all of a
sudden two boys burst out of a shop and collided with me. I suppose they were about eleven or twelve years old.
Not being very solidly-built, and barely taller than the boys, I went
flying, and unfortunately I hit my head on a lamp-post as I fell.
I was not badly hurt, but I was rather dazed as I lay on my back, and it
took me several seconds to realise that my dress was now residing around my
waist.”
“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Lynn,
her mouth open in awe.
“When I realised this, I was of course
mortified. Several people had
stopped in their tracks and were staring down at me.
And not at my face, I might add. I
jumped to my feet and pulled my dress down, then fled back home in abject
embarrassment. Later, however, once
I had calmed down, I could not get the incident out of my head.
I kept replaying it in my mind, and the more I did so, the more exciting
I found it.
“I went out again the following day,
also without panties. The thought
that some other accident might happen was such a thrill!
I found myself almost hoping that someone would shove past me and give me
an excuse to fall over. But nobody
did, and I returned home rather disappointed.
“The next time I went out, I forced
the issue. I spotted a loose paving
stone and pretended to trip over it. I
went sprawling, this time on my front, and my dress rode up to expose my naked
bottom. I got up again and ran off,
feigning embarrassment, but this time I was actually thrilled by the experience.
After that I hardly ever went anywhere with panties on.
And, well, that’s my story.”
“Cool!”
Lynn clapped her hands. “That
sounds like it was such fun! Thank
you for telling me about it, Mum.”
Gina blushed and smiled.
“Well, I’m sure it seems pretty tame.
I got a lot wilder later on, but that was how it all started.”
Lynn got up and walked over to her
mother, then gave her a big hug. “So
now you understand why I like to wear minidresses like this?” she asked.
“Of course I do. But like I said, as your mother I have to advise you to be
cautious.”
“I know.
But Mum, I have to tell you something, about me and Julie.”
“What’s that?” inquired Gina.
“We’re…
Oh Mum, I don’t know how to say this – it may come as a bit of a
shock. We’re … lesbians.”
Gina gasped. “My goodness Lynn, are you serious?”
“I’m afraid so Mum.
We, um, ‘found’ each other last week.
Oh Mum it’s been so wonderful, staying at her house!
I really love her.”
Gina shook her head, frowning.
“Another trait you may have got from me, I fear.
Still, it shouldn’t bother me I suppose.
Are you sure it’s love, dear? Or
is it just lust?”
Lynn blushed. “Well, a bit of both actually,” she confessed with a
guilty grin. “But I do love her,
Mum, really I do. I was hoping I
could persuade you and Dad to let me move in with her.”
“You what?” Gina looked startled. “Lynn,
you’re a little young to be setting up home with someone.
I’d say the same if it was a man you were seeing.
But two girls, of your age – are you both planning to get jobs?”
Lynn sat down on the sofa beside her
mother. “Well, no,” she said.
“I was hoping you might fund my rent – I have a flat in mind, you
see.”
“Fund your rent?” repeated her
mother in disbelief. “Lynn, why
should we pay for you to live somewhere else when you could just as easily live
here?”
“Oh but Mum,”
begged Lynn. “I so badly want to
live with Julie! She means
everything to me. Please, I’ll do
anything you want in return. I’ll
pay back all the rent money once I get a job…”
“Empty promises, Lynn,” said her
mother. “What does Julie’s
father think about all this?”
“I don’t know, but Julie thinks she
can persuade him.”
“Well even if she does,” said Gina,
“and even if I agreed, you can bet your life there’s no chance of persuading
your father. He’d have a fit!”
Lynn nodded glumly.
“I know Mum, I know. But I
was hoping you would help me persuade him.”
“Where is this flat that you have in
mind?” asked Gina.
“Oh, it’s not far from here,”
replied Lynn evasively.
Gina raised her eyebrows.
“Oh yes? Where exactly?”
Lynn bit her lip in apprehension, then
told her.
“Oh really? That’s a pretty bad area, so I hear.”
“But cheap,” added Lynn.
“I’m sure it is.” Gina sighed. “Lynn,
this just gets worse and worse. I
have no objection to your seeing Julie (though we’ll still have to persuade
your father to let you), but there’s no way I can sanction your moving in with
her, especially in as run-down and crime-ridden an area as you just mentioned.
I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.”
Lynn’s face fell, and a tear began to
roll down her cheek. “In that
case, Mum, I’ll get a job this summer and I’ll finance it myself.
I don’t know what sort of work I’ll do, but I’m sure I’ll be able
to get some work in the city of some kind.
I seem to have something that a lot of men want, so I’m sure I can get
them to pay for it…”
Gina leapt to her feet.
“Lynn!” she snapped. “Don’t
even think along those lines! For
heaven’s sake, girl, you’re not treated harshly in this house!
What could make you so desperate to move out that you would sink to
selling your body?”
Lynn stared at her knees and said
nothing. Then she began to cry, and
she put her head in her hands as misery overwhelmed her. Deep down she knew she was being irrational, but she had set
her heart on moving into that cockroach-infested flat with Julie, and she could
not bear to have the idea shot down.
Gina sighed and sat back down, putting
her arms around her daughter’s shoulders.
“Oh Lynn,” she said, “I know what it’s like. I know what’s going through your head. But you must realise that lines have to be drawn somewhere.
Some day you’ll be able to realise this dream of yours, but you can’t
expect your father and me to actively help you further your sexual
enterprises.” She began to stroke
Lynn’s hair.
Lynn looked up, her face tear-stained.
“But why, Mum?” she asked. “You
more than anyone know what this feels like.
Why can’t you help me? Have
you forgotten what it’s like to take those risks, to feel the thrill of baring
your body in public?”
“No, dear, I haven’t forgotten.
But it’s a chapter in my life that I closed long ago.
Now I have to be responsible, and that includes making sure that my
daughter is safe.”
“But you can’t stop me going there!
I can go there every day during this summer holiday, if I like.
What difference does it then make whether I actually live there or
not?”
Gina shook her head slightly.
“Lynn, I can’t stop you taking risks,” she said.
“But I’m certainly not going to make it easy for you to do so.
And at least if you’re here, then I can sleep at night knowing you are
safely in bed under my roof. If you
were not, then I would worry terribly.”
Lynn buried her head in her mother’s
shoulder. “Mum, you don’t
realise how much I want this,” she said.
“I’ve found the girl of my dreams, and the lifestyle that I want to
live. Can you not accept it, and
try to make sure I’m as safe within that lifestyle as possible?”
“When you’re an adult, perhaps,”
replied Gina. “But until then,
you’re my responsibility, and I will keep you as safe as I possibly can.
Anyway, time’s getting on and we still haven’t had supper.
Are you hungry?”
“No,” replied Lynn sullenly.
“Lynn, you can’t expect me to accede
to all of your wishes, just because we share a love of exhibiting ourselves!
But I promise you that we’ll continue to talk about it, as much and as
often as you want. I’m not the type of mother who puts her foot down and
refuses to compromise. And I’ve
always tried to give you as much freedom as I could, since my own parents did
the same with me. So cheer up,
dear, and remember that the issue isn’t dead, it’s just on hold for the time
being. Come on, we need to eat.
Would you like to order out?”
“Um, can we order curry?” asked
Lynn.
Gina smiled, pleased.
“That’s better,” she said. “Certainly
we can have curry. Do you want your
usual? Good, then I’ll go and
order it right away.”
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