Red, painted lips pressed against the infant’s head, and his mother rose and turned from the still child and left the darkened room. Her quiet voice hummed a lullaby her own mother used to sing to her, and she walked to her own bedroom to get dressed for work.
Her uniform was already clean and laid out. She checked her purse to make certain it had all she needed, and then began to change. A kiss on her shoulder told of her husband’s arrival. She turned to look at him and smiled at him. “Mind helping me change?” Her wink was flirtatious, and he smiled back at her as he zipped her bright red tube top into place over her chest. It was a struggle against her large breasts. Read the rest of this entry »