Jessica was positively glowing sitting next to her son in the small car. She hoped he would place his hand on her thigh as he had done a few times yesterday. But he didn't. She played with her heels on the floor, realizing she had gotten used to them and was beginning to understand why so many women wore them. Those last couple of days had been incredible for her with, strangely, none of the anguish and torture her son was experiencing.

For reasons she couldn't understand, she felt no compunction about the illicit roleplay she was playing with her son. It was as if her walk down the street...