“I’d like that, but I have to drive my sister to the airport. She has a
late flight.”
“Well, maybe next time.”
“Next time soon, dear Norma,” I confirmed as I lightly kissed her forehead.
We had a parting cup of tea together, which was prepared by merely tossing
a teabag into a mug and filling it with hot water from the faucet. Norma made
no pretense of being a gourmet.
Glancing at my wristwatch, I knew that I must leave. We embraced; I kissed
her eyes, cheeks and lips. She led me to the door and before opening it
commanded me to wait. She reached down under her jeans to her crotch. Her
fingers glistened as she brought them up to my face and lightly daubed her
juices under my nose. “Here’s something to remember me by.” Done by anyone
else, the gesture would have been crass, wanton. But done by Norma, it was
tender and loving. Perhaps in some way she was marking me as Her Own.