The MakeUp Artist Internship

Amy: A Worried Mom

    Jade was always happy, even as a kid and under the circumstances I put her in. She didn't like the men I brought over. I still remember that night, getting the big box of condoms, and the was in the walk in closet, in the playpen with the blanket over her head. She was a happy kid. She always laughed and played. She was a happy teens, regardless of not having too many dates, but she was poor. She went to a rich people's high school, but she had friends and she had fun. She was always happy, a bit disappointed she didn't find love in the sorority, but I told her she might not. She was happy dating, Greg. I thought he was a drip, but she was happy. She wasn't serious about him. She liked Sadie, but she felt it was a thing. However, Charisse was different. Charisse and I had a history. I never told Jade that and I was wondering Charisse's motives. Why was she dating my child?

    "Hey, you got quiet tonight," Johnny said.
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Charisse and I used to be in the same circle of friends. Kind of like Sophie. SHE was my Sophie."
"Are you worried that she will leave you and be Charisse's partner?"  He looked at me with caring eyes.
"Never. I am just wondering if it's because she has a vendetta against me."
"Nah. I don't see that. I think she sees a talented pretty girl she can show off, AND if she is anything like you in the bedroom, she might just like that. Jade reminds me of a curvy Lily Rose."
"I just don't want her to hate me."
"Never. She did seem tired tonight."
"Now, my dear, let us go to the bedroom. Charisse was eyeing your tits."
"In disgust."
"Jealousy.  I don't think they are disgusting." He kissed me and took off my shirt, bra, and started licking, sucking, and kissing them. "I like what you have on babe. What is it?"
"Cabin Retreat."
"I would love to take you on one. I know of a friend back in LA."
"That would be nice," I said, unzipping his pants. I played with the waistband of his boxer briefs."
"Um.... Now this is nice," he said. "You are so good at this."

    Johnny comes and then repays the favor, his hands on my tits the whole time. I begin to come. He smiles and says, "I hope your mind off of her. If things change we will intervene. Now, let's just enjoy each other. You have aged so, so much better than she has to be honest. Did you see her eyes?"  Johnny always made me feel beautiful. He then rolls over and puts me on his lap. "There's my baby. My tight baby with gorgeous tits," he said rubbing between my legs and pretty soon I am moaning and sniveling. "My baby," he cooed.

    I get ready for bed, which is now taking off my make up, brushing my teeth, and getting into bed with Johnny each and every night. Every night was heaven. I rolled over and went to sleep, but all I could think about was my little Jade and how this woman was trying to run her life. I was wondering if Charisse was trying to get back at me in some, weird way. I was the weird one. I was the stupid one. I was the one that just wasn't intellectual enough and since my parents were Republicans and big party people, I just was not good enough for Charisse. I asked her one day why she did not invite me and she said, "Well, I am just not sure." I nudged Johnny.

I knew Charisse and we were not friends. I didn't want her to get hurt like I did. I was worrying about what she was saying about me to my child.  She called me low class.   She called me dirty.   I hope she wasn't getting back at me.