“Yogi Sammi,” said Tracey breaking meditation.
“What is it flower?” Responded Tracey’s yoga instructor and spiritual guide without opening his eyes. Both sat in Tracey’s workout room, cross legged in front of each other.
“You’re kind of like a priest, right?”
“Um…well why do you ask?”
“I have a confession to make. And I could use some guidance on it as well.”
“Very well, flower. Your troubles shall remain with me, no need to worry.”
Tracey closed her eyes again and went back to her meditating position. “Uh, ok, here it goes. You know my son, Jesse, right?”
“Ah yes, kind Jesse. I have had interactions with him inside your home.”
Tracey opened here eyes and bit her lip, unsure of how to say the next part. “Yeah, well…I…kind of…gave him,” Tracey looked around around and leaned in with a hand at the side of her mouth, “a blowjob” she whispered. Sammi’s eyes shot open and he leaned in to hear more. “It was fine and all, I mean, you know, a mother’s gotta help her children…and maybe, who knows, maybe other moms do that too…” Tracey started fiddling with her fingers like a schoolgirl getting reprimanded, “and maybe sometimes they just get lost in the lust…it’s weird isn’t it, Yogi Sammi? And wrong too? And illegal!”