In that instant, I began to understand the importance of a part in this play with the capacity to hold us apart, forever - - the kiss.
Don't get me wrong, from the moment JD entered our lives, we've kissed, hugged said "I love you." We practice that part every day. But JD is 18 now and last night was different. As a woman in her 40's, I should understand this spell we cast upon younger men.
There was something about the way me and JD kissed last night that was different; it was the way we held our lips together for just a moment too long. It was both inescapable and illicit; the slight push of our lips, a subtle opening, mouths full of invitation and acceptance.
When I looked up at JD, it was if he could read my thoughts completely. Our kiss could gave us away, something we both now understood.
"Mother I'd like to borrow the truck and run some errands. I'll be home for dinner. Let me know if you want me to pick up something. I love you."
And with that we hugged and JD planted his all to familiar peck on my lips. It was all too easy.
I rolled over and let the sun warm my back side. Pulled my thong into just the right position and let my aroused mind wander. Was it just my imagination? Was there something almost too brief in his kiss? Perhaps he wanted our lips to send a message; but what were we saying to one another? I had to know.
When his father returned from golf, we chatted briefly. "How did you play?" I asked perfunctory.