Ashley smiled, "First I tell her I prefer cunt and then you eat mine."

"Really?" I asked, as she took my hand and led me into the kitchen, "Mom, we need to talk."

"About what, honey?" she asked, as she glazed some freshly baked homemade buns.

"I need to tell you something," she said, still holding my hand, but behind her back so it wasn't visible to her mom.

"What is it darling? Oh, hi... Jenny, isn't it?"

"Hi, Mrs. Swanson," I greeted with a warm nervous smile.

"Mom, I, um, it's a little surprising," Ashley said, her nerves clearly second guessing her decision."

"Oh, honey, you can tell me...