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Amber Levinson’s hand held onto the woman who became a mother to her. Her feet fumbled underneath her, feeling out her steps, and her eyes pressed shut under the blindfold. Her heart danced, and her little chest melted, reuniting with Mrs. Jessica after missing her for over a month.
“How much longer?”
Mrs. Jessica’s laughter filled her ears and lifted her spirit. She loved Mrs. Jessica more than anything, and she loved her laugh above all other sounds in the world. Her feet wanted to skip, but she willed them to stay steady, not wanting to trip.
“Where are we?”
Mrs. Jessica’s voice hummed like a playful song.
“You’ll see.”
Her hand pulled Amber up, and she lifted her feet to climb up a few steps. Something about the ground felt familiar to her, and her body tingled all over.
What could it be? she thought.
“Ok. We’re here.”
The strong, soft hands of her guardian angel rested on Amber’s shoulders. She felt Mrs. Jessica’s body stepping behind her, surging with intense, warm energy and the sound of a deep breath. The knot behind Amber’s head wiggled as Mrs. Jessica fiddled with it, and then the tightness around her head subsided. The blindfold fell away, and light flooded her eyes. Amber held her hand up over her eyes to allow them to adjust, and she squinted to see her surprise. Mrs. Jessica bent down behind her and put her arms around her.
“What do you think?”
Amber’s vision sharpened, and the house she grew up in came into focus. Her heart skipped, and her mouth fell open.
“Mrs. Jessica, is it?”
“Yes, dear. It’s yours.”
Amber’s eyes welled up with tears, and she turned into Mrs. Jessica. Her chest expanded like it might explode as she took hold of Mrs. Jessica’s face with her tiny hands.
“Is it really?”
She laughed and wiped a tear from her eyes.
“Yes, sweetie. I bought it for you.”
She dove at Mrs. Jessica and wrapped her arms around her neck, squeezing with all her might.
“Oh, Mrs. Jessica, thank you! Thank you so much.”
The woman who saved her rose to her feet, lifting Amber in her arms. Amber’s heart soared as her feet left the ground, and she trembled as she wept tears of joy into the sweet-smelling tresses of Mrs. Jessica’s hair.
“I can’t believe it!”
The strong arms of her hero held her like a cradle.
“C’mon, let’s go inside!”
She put her back down and took her hand. Over on the curb, a well-dressed man with salt and pepper hair leaned up against the car. Amber cocked her head to the side and shriveled her nose. Jessica chuckled.
“That’s Mr. Ron. He’s my husband.”
Amber’s eyes lit up.
“Ohhh.”
“You know how you say I saved you?”
“Yeah.”
Mrs. Jessica looked back over her shoulder at the man and smiled.
“He saved me.”
Amber’s mouth formed an “O” as the corners of it curled up in a grin. She called out in an exuberant tone.
“Very nice to meet you, sir!”
The man smiled and waved back. Jessica squeezed Amber’s hand and whispered.
“C’mon! Let’s go see your house!”
They beamed at each other as they skipped up towards the door.
“Mrs. Jessica, now I can make the shelter I told you about! Will you help me?”
“Of course, dear. Of course.”
And the two of them stepped onto the front porch. And into their future.
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THANKS FOR READING The Taste of Her Truth, Part II! I hope you enjoyed it. Would you like to get a more personal look at M. L. Patterson? How about my personal account of an erotica writers retreat that I attended?
I couldn't believe it when I got the invitation.
A holiday erotica writer's retreat? With some of my writing heroes invited? How did I end up on this list? Nervous. Excited. I packed my bags and got on a plane with my partner, Catherine. Headed for 12 days of inspiration. And who knows what else. All the invited authors agreed to write an account of their experience on the retreat. My experience went nothing like I planned. Or hoped. But it took me to a new place in the landscape of my erotic psyche. A place I never thought I would go.This is my account of the 12 days of Lustmas.
