Batter Up – 2nd Base
I awoke the next morning to a sunny late spring Saturday. My first conscious thought was food; as usual on a weekend the wonderful smells of Mom’s cooking floated upstairs. We never needed alarm clocks on weekends with Mom at the stove. My second conscious thought hit me like a brick: the memory of last night’s Adventures Of Ann And Her Brother Paul. A frisson shot through my body as my body, as much as my mind, remembered his hands sliding along my curves, gliding up and down my back, the warm cushion of his lips on mine. The frisson changed to a wave that swept the length of my body, warming it from toe to head. I could even feel the blush return to my cheeks and was glad I was alone in my …