Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 45
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 45 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I smiled brightly as I made my way to work on Sunday morning. I had a good night’s sleep and woke up early for a quick run before getting dressed for work. The sun was warm, the sky was clear, and traffic was still light, so there wasn’t as much revving and honking as there usually was during the week. When I got to the door, I texted Crystal that I was there, and I saw someone come around the corner to let me in. It was Jeanette.
“Hey, Jane!” she said happily as she let me in. “You’re looking pretty relaxed today. Crystal filled me in. Are you sure you want to do this?”
I smiled, “Oh heck, yeah!”
A wide smile crossed her pretty, slender face, “I was hoping you’d say that. We assembled various options for you, depending on how you are feeling.”
I walked around the security gate and saw Crystal standing at the counter staring at me. Her emerald eyes were sparkling like radiant gemstones. She was holding a black latex skirt in one hand and a pink corset in the other. When she saw me, she dropped them on the counter.
“Look at you, coming to work dressed like that?” she said with disappointment in her voice.
“What? You don’t like my work clothes?” I asked innocently, pointing at my jean shorts and plain white T-shirt.
“I certainly do not!” she said with a smile. “Take all that off this instant! Let’s get you into something work-approved.”
I smiled widely. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” I said. I started taking off my shirt as I made my way to the front counter. By the time I reached Crystal, I was naked above the waist. I plopped my shirt and bra on the counter and reached down to undo my shoes, shorts, and panties.
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. How daring are you willing to go?” Jeanette asked as she watched me strip off my underwear.
I shrugged, now completely naked. “Nothing that’ll bring the cops here and get us shut down for indecency. As long as my lady bits are covered, though, I’m good with whatever.”
Crystal laughed, “Remember when I thought you were shy? Look at you now; naked, and it doesn’t even phase you. You’re going to dress up like my personal model for all the customers to see, and you’re radiant about it.”
She walked around the counter carrying several items. I put my hands out, expecting her to hand them to me. Instead, she put her arms around me and laid a big wet kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help but blush, with Jeanette standing right there. It was the first time we’d ever done something with each other, and someone else was watching. It took me by surprise, but it faded as I returned her kiss.
“Jeanette and I picked out these things for you earlier, thinking they might look good on you.” Crystal held up the full black latex outfit in one hand and the soft pink corset with silk panties and a garter belt in the other. The latex outfit consisted of a sleeveless zip-up top that seemed very tight and also quite revealing. There were cut-outs around the breasts to show off cleavage, of which I was sorely lacking. The skirt was short, very short, only a few inches covering my privates, although they did pair it with a pair of shiny black panties.
“I don’t know about this one,” I said, looking at it. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move at all with this on. Seems like fun in the bedroom, though. I can imagine a whip being an accessory with this thing.”
I saw a sad look on Crystal’s face as Jeanette took it from her and put it away. If I had to guess, it had been one of Crystal’s picks. I’ll have to remember that next time I go over for a visit. Crystal held up the corset ensemble, which grabbed my attention. There were no shoulder straps or a bra; the corset already held everything in place. I worried about tightness and movement to actually do my job, but the panties and garter would be easier to walk around in.
“There’s also the schoolgirl uniform again and the maid outfit, of course,” Crystal said, looking at my expression.
I cracked a smile, “I like this one. I’ve never worn a corset before, and I’m curious if it’ll make my tits look bigger.”
Jeanette giggled and clapped, “Yay! That was my pick. You’re going to look so sexy.”
“She’s already sexy,” Crystal said as she ran her hand over my naked body. She moved down my breasts, over my stomach, and stopped at my landing strip. She winked at me before running her finger through my damp slit and bringing her digit to her mouth. I watched her suck it between her lips, cleaning my residue off. “So sweet.”
I couldn’t believe she actually did that in front of Jeanette. I was about to say something when another hand touched me from behind, running along my lower lips from front to my ass. I turned to see Jeanette grin and put her finger to her lips to sample me.
“Not bad,” she said with a sly grin. “I’m jealous.”
“Hey!” Crystal said when she saw where Jeanette’s hand had been. “She needs to get ready. And keep your hands off the merchandise.”
Jeanette just grinned, “Sorry, just wanted to know what all the fuss was about. And I get it. Jane, you’ve gotta come out with me one night. We’ll have so much fun, I promise.”
“Well, I- maybe?” I said. Suddenly, I felt very popular.
“I hate to break this up,” Crystal said firmly, “but we need to get Jane dressed before we open. Corsets take a while to lace up.”
“Oh, right.” I’d nearly forgotten we had to open soon, and I was just standing there completely naked. I’d been naked in this store so often after close that I forgot it was still morning.
I slipped on the panties and then the garter belt, the metal clips dangling down my legs. Jeanette had to help me do up the corset, as I couldn’t figure out how to tie it up myself. It was tight, especially around the midsection, but it did give me more volume in the cleavage department. That is, I actually had some. I walked to a mirror in one of the change rooms to get a better look.
“I’m very pink,” I said with a giggle. “ ... but I like these,” I said, rubbing my hands over the tops of my bosoms. Was this what I would look like with bigger tits? I looked pretty good! Still, I wasn’t about to book surgery to get my natural tits enhanced.
“You look great!” Jeanette said, fixing and adjusting a few things on my outfit.
Crystal looked me over, “I hate to say it, but it does look good on you. I think it’s missing something, though.” She held up a pair of white mesh thigh-high stockings. They were a wide mesh so that they wouldn’t cover much of my legs, but they did add an extra flair to the ensemble. I slid them on and clipped them onto the garter. I looked like a sexy stripper, or maybe a fancy streetwalker. I loved it!
I don’t think I’ve ever looked at myself in the mirror before and thought, ‘Wow, I look so incredibly sexy!’ I’ve looked from good to great, and even sexy at times, but never before like this. Part of it was the sheer confidence to actually do this and wear this outfit in public, no less. I had to fan my eyes to stop crying.
“Are you ok?” Crystal asked, walking up behind me.
I nodded, choked with emotion, and I had to pull myself together. Jeanette walked over to see what was wrong.
“You don’t have to do this, Jane,” said Jeanette, putting a hand on my bare shoulder. I put a hand on hers.
“I just ... I look so good.” I paused, trying to keep myself together. “ ... both inside and out for once,” I said with a smile and a tear of joy running down my face. Two sets of hands swiftly wrapped me up; a pre-work group hug.
“You look fantastic, Jane,” Crystal said, kissing me on the cheek.
“Own it, you sexy thing,” said Jeanette, kissing my other cheek.
“Thanks, girls.” I wiped a tear away and looked at the clock. “Almost time to open. Let’s sell some stuff!”
Crystal tapped my butt, “Why don’t you put your clothes in the back while I get the gate and door?”
“Ok, but first - Jeanette, could you take a few pictures of me? I know some people who might want to see this.”
“I’ll only do it if I can get copies,” Jeanette grinned.
“Me, too!” Crystal yelled out.
I laughed, “Of course, whatever you want.”
I posed for a few shots and then rushed to the back with my discarded clothes. I returned to the floor just as Crystal unlocked the door. The first few customers walked in: a couple of twenty-something girls whom Jeanette walked over to help, and a man in his forties, whose eyes couldn’t stop glancing up at me. A smile from Crystal was all I needed to know that he was my customer.
The first half of the day flew by, as I felt the thrill and excitement of being a living mannequin. A few people gave me dirty looks; one walked out, grumbling something about indecency. I thought that was pretty funny, considering I was wearing some product we actually sold. After all, Hidden Miss was a lingerie store.
Most of the feedback was quite positive, though many customers asked me questions about what I was wearing. I was able to explain the fit and style on display and show off different accessories to change the look. A sheer robe or shawl could change things from lusty to refined. I found the whole experience really fun and arousing. I was the topic of conversation for almost every customer who walked through the door.
I didn’t neglect my salesperson role, though, and was enjoying a steady stream of sales. Unlike my successful foray with the schoolgirl outfit, I couldn’t tell if we were selling more corsets than usual, though we were certainly selling some. They were more expensive than most bra and panty sets, so I hoped they would be additional profit for Crystal and the store.
It certainly seemed that Crystal was enjoying it. Any time we’d be behind the counter together, I’d feel her hand touch or pinch my ass. Once, it was so unexpected that I squeaked what I was saying to a customer. The thirty-year-old male customer got a laugh out of it. When it happened in the afternoon, I was bagging a lady’s purchase when I felt the sting of a pinch. My head shot up, and I saw Crystal up front talking to someone by the table display we’d made a few days before. Confused, I turned my head to see Jeanette chuckling at me. I laughed and swore revenge, reaching under her short skirt and pitching her ass. She let out a small yelp. Revenge was sweet.
While I was having fun, I’d still hear the occasional rude comment from random customers. I overheard one woman say my ass was too flat to be walking around in what I was wearing. Another commented on my small chest, saying the corset wouldn’t make me bigger. It was the usual catty girl stuff. The ones I heard saying it were older ladies who were past their prime and needed an outlet to make themselves feel better.
That realization and the fact that their rude comments about me and my body didn’t shatter my confidence confirmed that I am truly free. The old me, the one nervous about changing for gym class, is now immune to insults. I am happy with how I look. I am happy with what I’m doing. I am simply content with myself and things as they are. No rude customers can ever get to me again, which is good because here comes one!
“Excuse me! Excuse me, miss!” a short, squat-faced, middle-aged woman said, approaching me.
“Yes, ma’am, what can I help you with?” I asked politely. I could already sense a problem.
“Care to explain why you’re parading yourself around like that?” she said angrily.
I remained calm and continued to smile, “Well, we sell these pieces, and I thought it would be fun to wear them as a living display. It would let people see what they look like on a real person.”
“It’s obscene!” she barked, her face looking like a mix between a toad and a pug. “Don’t you have any dignity or self-respect?”
Again, I calmly explained, “I believe I have plenty of both to stand here proudly as I am, but this is just a trial experience. We’ll happily take feedback from everyone on it.”
“Then I demand to talk to your manager!” she shouted. I noticed Crystal was already approaching the racket.
“Hello, is there a problem?” Crystal asked, giving me a quick once-over to make sure I was ok.
“Are you the manager?” barked the woman.
“I’m the owner,” Crystal said with patience. “Is there a reason you are yelling at my staff?”
“How dare you force this girl to wear such revealing clothing. It’s an affront and sexualizes the female form, encouraging the male gaze,” the woman said smugly.
Crystal shook her head. This wasn’t her first rodeo. “First off, I didn’t force her to do anything. This was entirely her idea from the start. Second, who are you to say what a woman should or shouldn’t do with her body? We shouldn’t have to hide ourselves in layers of clothes to keep men from looking at us. We should be proud of our bodies in all shapes and sizes. But, as Jane said, this is just a special trial demonstration. I’ll log your comments with the others.” Crystal spoke with passionate fury while never raising her voice. It was very impressive.
Not getting the response she wanted, the woman scowled and continued her gnashing, “I demand she change or I’ll file a complaint.”
Crystal just looked at her, unmoved, “You just did. I’m the owner, so there’s no one else above me. If you mean the police, everything that’s important is covered. I’m sorry you don’t approve, but the door is there if you wish to leave.” Crystal’s voice had hardened. It seems she’s done with this lady.
The woman turned back toward me, “What would your mother say, seeing you dressed like this!”
“Alright out!” and “I think she’d-” Crystal and I both tried to talk at the same time, but another voice broke past.
“I think my daughter looks beautiful! And I’d hope there is a set in my size,” Mom said, stepping through the crowd.
“Really? You’re her mom?” the woman sneered.
“Yes, I am.” Mom stepped directly in front of the shorter woman, towering over her. “If you knew what she’s been through; if you knew how shy and anxious she used to be; you would understand how incredibly proud I am of her right now.”
The woman grumbled, “This store’s immoral and has gone downhill.”
Crystal smirked and replied, “I bought this store with the money I made making porn. I don’t think it was ever ‘moral’.”
The woman threw up her hands and bolted out the door. A few shoppers applauded while the rest returned to their browsing. The show was over, at least, this current event.
“So, you’re Crystal, huh?” Mom said, eyeing up my boss.
Crystal’s pale skin turned bright red as she blushed under the scrutiny of my mother. While Crystal knew I told my Mom everything, it was probably something else to be standing in front of the same person whose daughter you’ve had squirting on your face.
“Mrs. Landry, nice to meet you,” Crystal said nervously.
Mom broke into a big smile, “Nice to meet you, too. Thank you for everything you’ve done for Jane!”
Crystal laughed awkwardly, “Oh ... yeah, she’s great. We love having her work here.”
Mom leaned in. “And you love having her work at your home, too.”
I saw Crystal’s face turn redder, and Mom laughed even harder. This treatment was similar to when my parents met Brian for the first time. Or, more recently, the torment Mom put Brad through. At least Brad got a reward after. I didn’t expect Crystal to get the same treatment, but then again, Mom could be interesting. Either way, I decided to rescue my wilting boss from my mother’s playful torture.
“What are you doing here, Mom?”
Mom turned back to me. I watched Crystal slink off to help some customers in the latex and leather section. “Well, honey, I knew you were trying the dress-up thing today and wanted to see how it was going. I guess I know.”
I brushed the previous encounter off, “Your timing was excellent! Though honestly, it’s generally gone pretty well. There’ve been a few complaints, but also a lot of praise. I’ll let Crystal decide if she wants me to do it again, but I’m having fun.”
Mom leaned in and whispered, “You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
I giggled, “Drenched. How did you know?”
“The thrill of exhibitionism. Showing off what you’ve got and knowing people are looking at you. Remember, I was you when I was younger. I told you about the clubs I used to go to, where watching and being watched was equally fun,” Mom said with a smile. It made me wonder whether the clubs Jeanette kept inviting me to were similar in style. I could totally see Jeanette partying at a sex club and, if I were honest with myself, I’d enjoy seeing her in action at a sex club.
“It’s funny. Until recently, I always thought I was adopted. You and Dad were always so outgoing and fun, while I was all anxious and shy. Now I find we’re very much alike,” I grinned.
“That makes me happy, and a little disturbed to hear,” Mom chuckled. “By the way ... since I’m here, any suggestions for something sexy to wear for tonight?”
“For Dad?” Mom shook her head.
I pointed upward, “For...” Mom nodded. She was going to hook up with Brad again tonight - my Brad. Well, I plan to insert myself into their rendezvous. Brad is excited, of course, but I neglected to tell my Mom. I think she secretly wants me involved, but if forewarned, she might decline. Call it ‘daughter’s intuition’.
“What are you looking for? Something sultry but elegant? Something slutty? Or perhaps something a little risqué?”
I couldn’t believe I was about to dress my mom up so she could have sex with one of my lovers. It was so surreal. I led her around the store, pointing out different items and outfits. I noticed Mom kept looking at me, so I asked, “What about something like this?”
Mom grinned. “I didn’t want to steal your thunder, honey. I’m too old to pull off the schoolgirl or cheerleader look. The French maid? Maybe. But I really like this corset you’re wearing, though, for me, probably not in pink.”
“We have it in a multitude of colors. Follow me.”
Mom looked through the different colors and picked out a black one. I took her to a change room and ran around to get the rest of the set in black for her. I was achingly curious to see what she’ll look like when she steps out.
“Is that really your Mom?” Jeanette asked as I waited for Mom to finish changing.
“Indeed she is,” I said proudly.
Jeanette tapped me on the butt. “Wow! She still looks really good.”
Mom opened the change room door, “What’s this ‘still looks good’ stuff? I’ve always looked this good.”
“I’m sorry ... I didn’t mean...” Jeanette stumbled. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her at a loss for words before. She was always so calm and calculating, watching and observing everything - the behavioral psychologist in training.
“That’s ok. I was young like you once,” Mom said as she checked herself out in the mirror. Pointing at Jeanette, she asked, “Honey, have you...?”
“No, Mom, this is Jeanette.” I realized I hadn’t properly introduced her yet. “She’s a keyholder here and really nice. Jeanette, this is my mother.”
“Nice to meet you. Has she what?” Jeanette asked with a grin.
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” Mom suddenly realized she may have embarrassed me. She hadn’t.
I decided to translate. “I think my mom was wondering if we’ve hooked up yet,” I said bluntly. As I mentioned, I no longer think I’m capable of embarrassment.
Jeanette covered her mouth in shock. “No, no, we haven’t. Although that could change.” She raised an eyebrow at me. Jeanette then remembered she was talking to my mother. She blushed and skittered away to help someone else.
“You’ve got a fun workplace here,” Mom said, taking another look at herself in the mirror. “I like this. I think I’ll get it. Looks better on you, though.”
“Thanks, but maybe we should let a neutral party decide. Maybe tonight?” I asked with a wink.
“I don’t know. You don’t reeeally want to watch that again, do you?”
“Hey, I’m still learning. Besides, I found him first!” I argued.
Mom rolled her eyes, “Fine. Just promise me you’ll stay out of it.”
“I promise,” I replied, crossing my fingers behind my back. I had no intention of sitting on the sidelines this time.
Mom changed and came out ready to pay. I started up the transaction only for Crystal to slink by, punch in a code, and suddenly, Mom had the employee discount. “Least I could do,” Crystal said before wandering off.
“She’s nice. I see why you like her,” Mom said, grabbing her bag of stuff. “See you at home, honey. Later.”
After that, the rest of the shift went well. I did get the occasional spanks from Crystal and an emboldened Jeanette, but no more issues with customers. By the time Crystal locked the front door and pulled the gate, we’d done over fifteen thousand in sales for the shortened Sunday shift!
As soon as it was safe, I pulled at the knot on the side of the corset, letting the thing fall off me. “Oof ... feels good to breathe again!” I said, now topless.
Jeanette laughed, “Yeah, let those puppies out - BARK BARK.”
Crystal sidled up to me and put her hands on my bare stomach, “You did great today, Jane. How’d it feel?”
I took her hand in mine, and I slid it into my panties so she could feel how wet I was. “Like this...”
Crystal dragged her index finger through my slit and pulled it out, bringing it back up to her mouth for a taste. “Very nice. I’d reward you if the store weren’t a complete disaster,” Crystal said seductively.
“Don’t mind me, I like to watch,” Jeanette shouted from behind a clothing rack.
Crystal pulled away. “Nah, we shouldn’t. Let’s get this place spotless so Denise doesn’t have a meltdown tomorrow morning.”
That was another thing. I’d forgotten that Denise was back from her little break. That meant that some time soon, a meeting with both Crystal and Denise to discuss the Tucker incident was needed. I still didn’t know what to do or say about anything going on with all that shit. It felt like I was coming between two best friends, and I didn’t want that. I’d already suffered something similar with Becca thanks to the whole Val and Dale fiasco, where I am now left out in the cold.
Wanting to think, I walked to the far side of the store and started straightening out the shelves. Jeanette was on the opposite side, working her way towards me. I figured that when we met in the middle, the store would be cleaned.
Crystal called out to me, “Jane, what are you doing?”
“Fixing the stocking rack?” I replied, confused.
“I think since you spent the day wearing practically nothing, you should finish your shift wearing actually nothing. What do you think, Jeanette?” Crystal called out.
“Absolutely!” came her voice from behind a rack of bras.
I shrugged, “Well, that’s three against none.” I stripped naked and returned to my cleaning. This just made sense to me, for some reason. It certainly made it less work and more play. When I neared the center of the store, I found Jeanette watching me; only now, she was naked.
“It only seems fair,” she said with a grin. I looked at her barely there tits, topped with tiny nipples. Her pussy was shaved smooth as silk with a pair of large inner lips hanging down.
“You’re so pretty,” I said after giving Jeanette the once-over. The tall, bleached-blonde beauty wouldn’t have looked out of place on a fancy fashion runway somewhere.
Jeanette reached out and booped my nose. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
“Don’t make me separate you two!” Crystal yelled from the counter.
“I think you mean get in-between us,” Jeanette said, making us chuckle. To me she asked, “Do you think you’d do that again? Dress up, I mean?”
“I don’t know. I’d like to,” I said as my eyes drifted over to Jeanette’s flat ass. “Crystal, your thoughts on this whole experiment?”
Crystal looked up from the register, “Sales-wise, we did really well, especially for a shortened day. Obviously, we had a few vocal complaints, and I’ll wait a few days to see if more come in. But yeah, maybe every other weekend or something to start? If you’re still up for it, of course.”
I put on a pouty face, “So, you’re going to make me dress up all sexy and show me off to customers?” I said mockingly.
Crystal grinned, “With that attitude, I’m going to make you do a lot of sexy things, little missy.”
“Eat me!” I replied with a smile.
“Is there a line or something I could join?” Jeanette jumped in.
“Maybe next weekend,” Crystal laughed. That did bring up something that I needed to ask.
“Actually, I was wondering if I could have next weekend off. My friend Riley’s going through a rough time, and I wanted to pay her a visit, cheer her up.”
Jeanette asked, “Is Riley your-” I finished for her, “ ... body double? Yeah. She just broke up with her boyfriend, and her parents are fighting and maybe getting divorced. It’s kind of messy.”
Crystal looked at me and nodded, “With what you did today and your sales, over five thousand yourself by the way, I think I can give you the weekend off. Next time though, try to ask a week in advance. This time, I’m sure either Jeanette or Jada can cover your shift.”
“It’s a Saturday shift, right? I’ll take it!” Jeanette volunteered.
“Well, problem solved,” Crystal grinned. “Although I will need you at some point during the day so we can have that talk with Denise. How about Tuesday? Sound good?”
“Yeah. Let me know the time, and I’ll be here.” That was something I wasn’t looking forward to.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. On the walk home, I texted Riley that I’d gotten the time off, and she was really excited. It felt like forever since I saw her last, even though it really wasn’t that long ago. I’ve just done so much and changed so much in those few weeks; the whole summer, really. I don’t think I’d recognize myself if the old-me met the new-me today.
Riley told her parents, who, she said, were excited, too which I guess was good. Better than whatever was going on with them currently. If anything, I would get to be a distraction from their problems. Maybe it would give Curtis a reason to let Riley have a late night visit, too. Either way, I’m certainly going to make sure Riley has a fun weekend. However, I wondered if he’d say no to me. It had been a long time since I was last with Curtis, and I have a lot more experience than I did then.
When I got home, it wasn’t time for dinner yet; so I went to my room and put away my new sexy treasures. Along with what I’d worn all day at work, I picked up a few new pairs of panties to replace the torn or taken ones from the past few days. Crystal chipped in for a few pairs, since she’d been one of the main culprits of my recent underwear shortage. I also picked up a multipack of basic white cotton panties, so I had more for Brian’s visits.
Brian had sent me a few pictures of himself enjoying my dirty panties last night and today. I’d always been told guys jerked off a lot, but never really believed it. He’d sent me several pictures over the course of a day that proved me wrong. As a little bonus, I sent him a few of the pictures of me dressed up at work today. He replied a short time later with a new shot of one of my pairs of panties on his face while he jerked himself off with another pair. Guys are funny creatures, but I like them. I’d have to talk to Riley about satisfying his real request though.
During dinner, Mom was extra jubilant, talking about her visit to the store. I don’t know if Dad really wanted to hear about me dressed up in lingerie wandering about in the open, but Mom didn’t relent. She said how proud she was of me, to have the guts to do it in the first place. Then how I bravely stood up to that miserable little toad of a woman. I was blushing so badly from the compliments that I had to interject that Mom stood up for me, too, as well as Crystal. That was one part of the story Dad actually wanted to hear. He was happy I was able to stand up for myself, and it was nice that I had their support.
I started getting that nervous excitement building in me again as night fell. I watched a few of Crystal’s old videos, including the infamous ten guy gangbang. It was interesting to watch. A little of the magic was lost knowing some of the behind the scenes stuff. I knew porn was fake, obviously, but I’d expected the girls to enjoy some of it. Still, by the final shot of Crystal’s cum-drenched body, with close-ups of her pussy and face, I was hot and ready to go.
Mom stopped by my room around 11:00; she was still wearing her regular day wear. Closing the door behind her, she sat down on my bed. I expected her to say she’d changed her mind, but I was wrong.
“Your father’s gone to bed, I’m going to change in a minute if you want to start getting ready,” Mom said, her face alight with excitement.
The fact that she didn’t look like she was sneaking out from bed made me ask, “Won’t Dad wonder where you are?”
Mom smiled, “He knows, honey. Just like I knew about Riley. We tell each other everything...” she paused as she reached out and touched my hair. “Well ... almost everything. Obviously, I left out the part about why I first visited Brad. He still doesn’t know about the two of you. That’s not his business.”