"Mom!" I said exasperated, still torn in different directions. In one respect I was horrified that my mother would cheat on Dad; in another, my head was swimming with vivid fantasies of how it would look and feel to give in to Jake. I could faintly smell how wet my panties were getting.

"What? I'm just saying that years from now you sure don't want to regret that you've never taken a chocolate drive shaft for a ride," Mom continued. Knowing she had my attention again, she returned to her chair.

"I'm married," I reminded my mother.

"I know, and I sure wouldn't say this if Emery was satisfying you...