"I just...get so shy, y'know? Up in my head. I don't wanna just be a s*x object, you gotta work me up to it."
Brenda smiled, "I get that. I'm the same way. It's why I married your Dad. Big, sexy man with big, sexy hands who can use them to make me melt. THEN I can rock his world. I can't just fall into bed."
"Dad does have nice hands..." Felicia said, blushing. She loved to watch him build things. He had built all their beds, bedside tables, and dressers.
"You have no idea," Brenda replied, staring into the distance with a little smile.
"MOM!" Felicia hollered again. "Ugh you're such a slut today!"
"Sorry!" Brenda cackled, "Your father's new swing shift has me crawling up the walls. He'll come home and kiss me juuuust enough and pass out. I adore that man but he's accidentally being a
