Your mom.

"My mom used to do this for me. I'd be sitting at a chair or something and she'd come up behind me and massage my head. I never had to ask her, she just knew I liked it and she wanted to make me feel good" you answer.

"Does she still do it" Rene asks. The question hits you different then you expected. You aren't sad, but you catch yourself imagining what it would be like to feel your mom massaging your head again. Then the last time you remember your mom doing it hits your brain like a truck, and a tear rolls out of the corner of your eye. Rene's fingers stop immediately and her hand pulls away from your head like she'd be shocked. She obviously saw your tear.

"Oh no...I'm...I'm so sorry. I didn't think..." she stutters out trying to figure out how to apologize.

"It's ok, I promise. Just kind of something I hadn't thought about for a long time now. I was about thirty when my mom passed from cancer" you explain.

"I'm so sorry" she mutters. You can hear her starting to cry, so you sit up quickly and pull her into a hug.

"You didn't know or have a way of knowing. It's ok. Really it was a happy memory you reminded me of, so I should be thanking you" you say holding her tightly. It takes her a moment to stop crying softly, but eventually she does and you kiss her head as she clings tightly to you.

"Do you want to hear what the memory was" you ask gently.

"Yah" she answers pulling away to wipe her cheeks and give you her attention.

"I won't lie. It was hard to see my mom pass from cancer, but I was there with her as much as I could be. It was very painful for her, so her lucid moments didn't come very often in the end. I remember sitting next to her as she slept one day and just holding her hand. I laid my head down on the side of her bed and caught some sleep myself" you explain.

"I remember waking up feeling her fingers running through my hair. It was like everything was ok in that moment. When I opened my eyes she was smiling at me. She was so weak and frail by that point, but in that moment she seemed so at peace. I told her I loved her, and she told me she loved me and always would. That I made her so proud and how happy she was to be my mom. She kept running her fingers through my hair the entire time, and then she drifted off into sleep again. A few hours later she passed, and I know how lucky I am to have that final moment with her. To be able to say I loved her and hear her say she loved me" you finish your memory.

You could see Rene's eyes tearing up, and she surged forward to hug you. You held each other for a while before letting each other go. You both wiped tears from your eyes.

"See, it was a good memory. So thank you" you say smiling.

"Fuck David" Rene says giggling "that was pretty deep" she adds staring into your eyes.

"Yah, but since you're one of few people who know that about me I think it just makes us closer" you chuckle to yourself.

"Hmmm...I think I'm ok with that" she chuckles back.

"So what time is it anyways" you ask trying to change the subject. Rene grabs her phone and takes a quick look.

"About 5:30" she answers "We slept for quite a while apparently" she says setting her phone back down.

"Would explain why I'm so hungry. Did you want me to start cooking some dinner" you ask. Rene shakes her head and chuckles.

"Like I said before. A girl could get used to this sort of thing" she says standing up.

The remainder of your weekend is a blur of sex and fun moments. Soon enough you find yourself in your gym clothes driving home having said your good byes. You did ask about coming over Monday after work to see what she'd say, but she said Monday wouldn't work. You knew she had an appointment she couldn't miss with your blackmailing alter ego, but you were happy that she set up for you to spend the night on Tuesday.

As you laid in your bed waiting for sleep to overtake you the battle between blackmailing her further and just cutting that out of your life raged. You decided to see how things went with a little further ****. Maybe there was a way to make things more fun. Sleep overtook you and soon your alarm was ringing for you to go to work Monday morning.