Frowning, I said, "That sounds evil." Movement from the front of the vehicle made me glance toward the driver again. He was staring at me through the mirror. Oh well, let him think whatever he wanted.
"Sweetie," my mother said, her voice disarming. Then she went on, "Listen. Take it from someone with experience. I've seen the way Theodore looks at you. He wants you just as badly as you want him. Trust me. He's just afraid to let his feelings out. So it's not 'evil' if you're just helping him overcome a silly objection that he doesn't realize is not even his own objection. 'Societal constructs' as you put it."
I found myself nodding as I listened to my mother speak. When she finished, I said, "So what? I become a c**k tease until he begs me to f**k him?"
My mother chuckled again and then
