Selena Kitt - Tickled Pink

Anyway, I think I'm all ready this time, since I know a little better what to expect.

I've already set up the guest room for her. I told her that she could sleep in "my room"

since there's a nice double bed in there, instead of the twin, and that might be better for her back. She complained about her back to me for an hour on the phone (I'm not exaggerating, darling… I had the timer set for a casserole… it was a full hour!) but when I offered her the better bed, she said, "Oh, no, dear, I couldn't take YOUR bed! YOU

need to sleep in YOUR bed!" You don't think she knows, do you?

She says she will be coming in a few hours before your plane arrives. I offered to pick her up at the bus stop, but she insisted on taking a cab. I wish it was the other way around, and you were arriving first, just so we could have a little time alone, at least. Is that selfish? Even if it was just a quickie bent over the kitchen table! Is that a good

incentive? I'd wear my new black, lace crotchless panties, just for you, I promise. Can't you get your flight changed and come in, just a little earlier? (So you can cum in… a little earlier? Ha)

You know I have been working all week, trying to get the house completely spotless. I know your mother. Christmas is going to be better than Thanksgiving, I promise. Remember how she went through the entire kitchen and rearranged everything last time? "There's a right way and a wrong way, dear." Yes, that is what she said. I'm not making it up. I'm trying to remember where she put everything, and just moving it there. Oh, and I never did tell you, but she went through my prescriptions last time. I swear to God, John. She said she was "consolidating!" And she threw out my birth control pills! "What did you need those for, dear? You don't have a boyfriend, do you?" ARGH!

I wish you would just tell her, and we could stop playing this "roommate" game.

It's been almost a year now! I know, I know… I understand why you don't want to tell her. Maybe we can just elope and move to Alaska? Ha ha. I mean, everyone else in your family loves me, and we get along so well. I just don't understand it. Am I so horrible? Your mother still calls me "That girl you live with," or if I'm lucky, "Heiny." (And just how does she get "heiny" from Hannah, I'd like to know? Don't tell me about her accent-she doesn't seem to have it when she pronounces anything else, and you know it!)

Oh, John, never mind, don't pay attention to anything I've said. I should tear this up and not even send it to you. I know I'm venting and just nervous about Christmas and having your mother here, and trying to make sure she doesn't get Felix sick again feeding him chocolate. Doesn't everyone know that chocolate is poison for dogs? I'm still trying to get the stain out of the rug in the hallway from that little incident.

You know I don't mean it, right? You know I just want it all to be perfect for you, for when you come home. I hate that you'll be gone until Christmas Eve. I miss you so much. I want this to be our best Christmas ever. And I do so love my little surprise present… should I take naughty pictures of myself in them for you with the new Polaroid?

Do try to get your flight changed, won't you? Please? I don't want to be here alone… with your mother.

Love and kisses,

Hannah

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December 30, 1976

Dear Mother,

Thank you so much for visiting us over the holidays. You really didn't have to bring so much food! I told you that Hannah wanted to make dinner. Of course, your turkey was delicious, yes, but we really didn't need two… of everything. And it was thoughtful of you to bring all the frozen meat as well. I'm sure we'll be eating ham and pork loin well into the New Year. There was hardly room in our freezer for it all! It was very generous of you, Mother.

Oh, and honestly, Mom, the reason that I look thinner is because I'm working out again. I found a good gym near the office and stop by there most mornings. I'm getting plenty to eat, otherwise, though, I promise you. Hannah and I switch off cooking meals, and only eat out on Fridays. She really is a wonderful cook, Mother. I know you didn't try much of her turkey (I didn't think the brining made it taste too salty at all, I'm sorry you felt it tasted too much like ham!) but her asparagus was amazing, wasn't it? Did you try any of that? I'm sorry, but she didn't know you were allergic to sourdough bread, or I know she wouldn't have put it into the stuffing. Is that a recent development?

I really am sorry that your back was bothering you so much. Honestly, you could have used my bed, or Hannah's, either of us would have been happy to take the guest room. And I do apologize that Felix got sick all over the bed in the middle of the night We usually don't allow him on the furniture. He sleeps in his cage at night. How did he get in there, anyway? It was an awful mess, I think that comforter will have to be thrown out. I'm sure he must have gotten a few too many leftovers offered to him, that's all. He does have a sensitive stomach for a golden retriever.

Oh, and thank you for all the wonderful gifts you brought. How did you manage to get all of it into the cab? Didn't the bus company have a maximum luggage limit? I don't think I'll have to buy clothes again for a year! Three new coats, and all those gloves and mufflers! I'll be warm all winter, and for many to come, I'm sure!

It was nice of you to bring Hannah those different little shampoos, they'll be perfect for when she travels. You certainly surprised her with all those cleaning supplies! And here I didn't even know McDonald's sold $5 gift certificates. Anyway, thank you for everything, Mother. I know Hannah's already flipped through one of the two books you bought about finding Jesus, although she hasn't gotten to the 6-video compilation of his life, yet. The "Jesus Saves" calendar will ring in 1977 with us, though, thank you!

I do apologize about the perfume Hannah bought. I thought for sure it was your favorite!? When did you develop all these new allergies? You really should get to a doctor, Mother. I think they have pills for that, now. I am glad you liked the earrings and the jacket I bought for you, though. I know I only got you each two gifts, but remember, that's what we agreed on at Thanksgiving? I didn't expect you to be so generous this year, after what we'd discussed! And I apologize that you liked Hannah's jacket better than yours. When did black become your favorite color?

Oh, by the way, I did look into that little house you saw down the street, like you asked me to, but the agent says it already sold, they just haven't had time to put the sign out front, because of the holidays and all that. I guess the houses around here sell pretty quickly. I doubt you'll find one that doesn't sell within a few weeks. It's a hard neighborhood to buy in. I really love it here, though.

Anyway, thank you again for coming. We really appreciated having you here for the holidays. I know you mentioned doing Easter at your place. I think that's fine. I don't think Hannah is up for cooking another holiday meal so soon. Since she doesn't have family here, though, you won't mind if I bring her with me, will you? It's hard to know that your roommate will be all alone on a holiday, when you're off to a family dinner, you know? I know you understand, Mom.

Oh, and Hannah mentioned… her mother's little silver serving tray is missing?

The one that she had all those little chocolates on? I wouldn't have mentioned it, but since her parents have passed, those things are important to her. Did you happen to see it? I hope cousin David didn't take off with it. He got sick again, and I think it was from all that candy.

Have a good New Year, Mother!

Your son,

John

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January 12, 1977

My darling only son,