NOTE: This is a female/female erotica.
Lena
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The car couldn’t be anything for quite. Not with the boxes that rattled at every turn in the trunk. Not with my mother humming her song, her new diamond ring glistening.
She broke her hum and faced me. “Why are you looking so down?” she asked, “Don’t worry you’ll like the new house,” she said, “it has a nice garden and a pool.”
I didn’t say anything, just rested my head against the window watching the city blur by.
My mother was happy. Just too happy. After she got married to Mr. Bale or whatever her new surname would be.
But I couldn’t ruin it for her. Not after she was finally looking alive after seven years since my father ran off to marry his secretary.
My mother didn’t stay quiet. She tapped her finger on the steering wheel. “A
