She’s Friendly Enough

Once you stand up from the table and calm your nerves, you take a good look at the woman you sat down with.

Her dress is silver and clings to her body. You can’t imagine her breasts are real as they are huge and defy gravity. Her waist looks like it’s been photoshopped. She is sexier than any porn star you’ve ever seen. Her full, cherry red lips curl into a mischievous smile. If you liked girls you’d kiss them in a second.

You follow her, watching her remarkable ass sway. She holds the elevator door for you and you step in. She ignores the buttons and flips up some kind of panel. She inserts her finger and the elevator begins to ascend.

You keep expecting it to stop when it reaches the top floor, but it keeps going. It stops and the door opens. You step off in a giant room, which seems to encompass the entire top floor. The view of the city is incredible.

Realization hits you.

“You’re her.”

She laughs. “If you mean the Queen, yes. You seem burdened dear. What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I thought…I needed…I…I lost my mom, my parents.”

You begin crying.

“I’m so sorry, dear.”

She hugs you.

You just cry. You notice your tears are staining her dress.

You try to pull away. “Your dress.”

“My dress isn’t important, Lily. You are.”

You just cry and she holds you. Finally, you stop and look up.

She gives you a little smile. “I understand your pain, dear. I lost a daughter.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Lily, no bother at all. I really like you. I have a crazy idea. Would you like me to adopt you?”

“That’s silly I’m twenty.”

“Do you know how old I am, Lily? Twenty is just a babe. Tell you what, let me show you how a mother should treat a daughter. Then we can talk about it over dinner?”

“Um, ok.”