Amber’s Teachings
“Amber, wake up.” I heard my mother’s voice pulling me from my dreams. Coming round I gazed upon her sitting by my side stroking my long brown hair, she was wearing a fancy dress which reminded me that her and my father had gone out for the evening and had obviously just returned home. I smelt a distinct scent of wine on her breath which made me curious how much she had drunk. “Honey, me and daddy were talking and decided that now you have turned 18, we should start teaching some of the things you need to make you a woman. Do you think you are ready to start now?” “I guess, b…” I attempted to enquire further but was interrupted. “You can come in now dear!” she shouted. I let out a gasp …