"Now, there's only one rule here, children," she said in a very "motherly" tone. She was no longer caressing my n****e (even though it was still tingling like mad) and therefore she had the authority to chastise us. We were her kids, after all. I still had my head turned to look at her. She was glancing back and forth between the two of us. I suddenly felt like I had just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Or, worse, like I had just been caught f*****g a boy in my childhood bedroom.
Why on earth did that thought crop up? With a shake of my head, I smoothed my face and looked out toward the water again, waiting.
"What rule?" Teddy asked, taking her bait. Bless him. My heart was racing while I waited, but I refused to let her steer my emotions so thoroughly.
Mom seemed to be hesi
