"I don't know. I'm not comfortable with that." He reached over and picked up a framed picture from his nightstand and handed it to her. "Who is that woman in the picture?"
"That's me," she said smiling.
"Precious, that woman is Ashley. She's my mother. That's me standing next to her when I was sixteen."
"Ashley's gone," she said.
"To me, you're Ashley. To me, you are that beautiful woman in the picture, my mother."
She smiled and lovingly put her hand on his cheek.
"I'm Precious. Ashley is gone. I belong to you, so it's right that you make love to me."
She leaned to him and gave him an open mouth kiss. He didn't pull away. Instead, he returned the kiss in kind. Finally pulling back he looked at her.
"I'm taking you out for a steak dinner. Go do your hair and makeup then put on some
