Things get akward

"Natalie?" your mother asks, a shocked expression on her face. She scoots a few feet back quickly, putting some space between you. Feeling somehow obligated to react in kind, you flip over and grab the duvet, pulling it over you so that your lower body is covered.

"Oh my god Natalie, I got lost in the moment, I'm sorry," she continues, attempting to provide a satisfactory explanation before you have a chance to say anything.

"You see, in my massages with Veronica, I would always...," her voice trails off.

"Its...okay Mom. Its not a big deal," you answer, your voice still sounding slightly subdued from the effects of ****. You struggle to find the right tone. You don't want to upset her too much, but at the same time you would prefer she didn't know how much you were enjoying the finale to her massage, so you try to feign a slightly upset facial expression.

"Yeah, it was just an accident. It won't happen again, sweetie."

"Its only natural that I would enjoy it, right?" you think to yourself. "Obviously I don't want a relationship with my mother of all people. Hell no. But its not my fault that it felt so good."

"Do you...do you want to do something else, honey?" your mother asks, trying to change the topic.

Rather than answer her question you let out a big yawn before letting yourself fall backwards on to the mattress.

Jane steps into the adjoining bathroom to wash her hands and returns to find you lying there, eyes half shut.

"Do you want me to take you to bed?" she asks.

"Whaaa'd you say, Mom?" you reply. "I'm tired Mom, can I sleep here?" you ask, now with eyes shut and one arm over your face, trying to block out the room light.

"Ummm...I guess so, sweetie," she answers. Jane was a little apprehensive about the idea, considering what just happened, but she didn't want to say anything for fear of making the situation even more awkward.

Jane proceeds to turn out the overhead light, the room now lit only by her small bedside lamp.

"At least turn around so you are facing the right way, sweetie, you can sleep on Veronica's side, okay?"

Grumbling a bit you crawl back on top of the duvet and rearrange yourself so that your head is at the head of the bed. Crawling under the covers, you lay your head on the pillow and close your eyes.

Stepping into the bathroom with clothes in hand, Jane gets changed and returns wearing a pair of silk pajama pants and a matching top, in dark purple. After throwing her dirty clothes in the hamper, Mom crawls into bed on her side and shuts off the lamp.