I went in the back door, which enters the kitchen, and was immediately surrounded by Moms arms. Shit! I should have checked out the front of the house.
Mom was hugging me tightly and saying, "OH, Thank God you're alright!"
Then she stepped back and I could see tears in her eyes.
"Why did you run off? Mom asked holding my hands. "When I found you were gone, I was worried sick."
"I had a bad night and went riding around." I said.
"Well, now you're home." Mom said and hugged me again. "Do you want me to fix you something to eat?"
"No, I'm not really hungry, Mom." But, I was hungry, hungry for answers, to all of the questions in my mind, hungry for an explanation of last night's events.
Mom poured us both a cup of tea and said, "Have some tea with me and let's talk."
Yeah, Mom let's talk, I thought. I'm scared that my happy uneventful life is over! Scared of my folks getting a divorce! Scared that Dad is going to punish me severely for my sneaking and peeping!
Mom came over and set the tea down, hugged my head to her chest, causing more confusion. And then she sat down across from me.
That was actually when I noticed Mom. When my ear hit her chest, my nose hit a tit and the back of my head hit the other tit. Mom wasn't braless under her light blue cotton blouse.
She was wearing a knee length skirt the same color as the blouse with her legs covered by very light brown nylons. She had light brown flat sole sandals on her small feet. Her hair was neatly styled and there didn't seem to be any makeup on her pretty face.
"Well," Mom began, "it seems everybody in this family, except your sister of course, had a very emotional night last night." Her eyes were bright and her lips formed a gentle smile. She was holding her cup in both hands as she looked in my eyes, checking for a reaction.
In that pause, I sipped my tea, as I thought, 'Emotional isn't exactly what I'm thinking.' Outright turmoil was running through my mind.
"Why did you have to take that job? I said lowly, not realizing I said it out loud.
Mom reached out and took my hand. "Me too, I've asked that too." Mom said. "But, you know, that job just made everything happen sooner." Mom then winked.
That winking was driving me crazy.
"Let me, kind of, start at the beginning." Mom said as she gently squeezed my hand.
"You, of course, know Donna Mitchell. Donna and I had been getting friendlier at school functions, talking more and more. Our conversations progressed to more personal topics. This threw me off as Donna just doesn't project this in her demeanor.
Slowly, I realized that there is more to this woman than she presents to the public. And then, one day, I went to the new SuperCenter on the other side of town.
I saw Donna there and she was dressed very different than usual. At first I thought it was just someone that looked like her. As I watched and moved closer, I saw clearly that this gorgeous woman was Donna. So, I said, "Donna! You... look fan...tastic!" Donna' head jerked toward me and she was flustered. She said, "Oh Patti, it's you!" Clearly, surprised, as she touched her throat and her stomach pulled tight. I knew instantly that she was startled and embarrassed. I went on about how good she looked and told her she should dress like that all of the time. We then shopped together as Donna told me part of her secret. "I would never dress like this around home.
This is my private life. My -- Very -- Private - Life." She made me promise that I would never tell anyone that I saw her like that.
"More, tea?" I asked, interrupting Mom.
"Yes, please." Mom replied.
As I got the tea Mom continued. "After meeting and talking to Donna that afternoon, I decided that I was going to find out about her, "Very Private Life."
Nothing happened for a while. I was delivering some material to be printed for the Mayors Antidrug Program when I saw Donna at a little sidewalk café. She was accompanied by a nice looking man in a suit. I simply got a coke and watched for a while. I noticed that Donna had removed her right shoe and her foot was up between his legs. This startled me and I thought Donna was a prostitute.
They finished eating and left. I followed them and they went to the office complex at the City Center. As you know, I go to the City Center quite often in my volunteer work. I wondered why I had never seen her there.
A couple of days later we were all at a school function and I was able to talk to Donna again. I mentioned seeing her and the gentleman at the café. She blushed and went, "Oh My." She asked if she could call me later as she didn't want to talk about it then.
When she called, she explained that it was just lunch with her boss at her "Private Life Job." I told her that I saw her foot, and she said she would have to explain over time because it was just too complicated to give an immediate answer. Well! She wasn't a prostitute which relieved me.
As I set the tea on the table, I asked, "Is that when you started talking to her more on the phone?"
"Why, yes it was." Mom responded, quizzically. Adding, "I forgot how observant you are." Again she winked.
Those winks were perturbing me.
Mom continued, telling me about how Donna was slowly over time explaining that she kept her home life and work life separate. Her home life was maintained as "Prim and Proper," without deviation. Her work life, however, was hers to enjoy as much as possible.
Mom and Donna thought alike in that. But, Mom couldn't see doing the double life act. Donna had said that she didn't want her work activities to affect her home and society standing. She wanted to give her daughter a simple life that was as stable and accepted by the community as possible.
As time went on Donna talked Mom into thinking about employment. She told Mom that she knew Mom would like working where she did. Mom kept busy with her volunteer and political work which didn't tie her down and allowed her to be constantly available to her family. Family was important to Mom.
Slowly the two women became confidants, revealing their thoughts to each other. Donna drew Moms sexual fantasies out.
I started squirming because this was exciting me.
