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Ana went up to her daughter’s bedroom, where she found Stacy lying on her made-up bed in a T-shirt and boxers, curled up with a magazine. Just the kind of thing to give way to a semi-old-fashioned mother daughter talk.

“Hey, you,” she said, looking down at her daughter. A girl who was no longer so little.

“What’s up, Ma?”

“I was just thinking about complacency.”

“Complacency?”

“Yes. Your father and I had a lot of problems, but one of the worst was that I assumed our relationship was going well because I looked the way I did and took such good care of my body—and you’ve seen what I can do in bed…”

“Mom!” Stacy cried, still a little grossed out by her mom being sexual. She was comfortable with how they were like different people when their clothes came off and Wayne wanted a piece of them—but it felt wrong to bring that up in the light of day.

Ana carried on: “But, because I assumed our marriage would just… take care of itself on good sex and how much we were attracted to each other, I let it falter. And that happened on both ends. Oh, I don’t regret it. It’s what led you and me and Wayne to this great new way of life. But I don’t want to see what happened to your father and I happen to you and him. That boy is much too good a fuck for either of us to let get away.”

“I don’t plan to,” Stacy said, with a rueful smile at how blunt her mother was. It aroused her thrillingly, too, like that other her and other Mom were going to shed their skins and start playing their wicked games, with or without Wayne.

“Then let’s think of something we can do to build your relationship with him—make it even better.” Ana sat down with her daughter on the bed. “I know. Pretend I’m a rival. Someone trying to steal Wayne away from you. What would I do better than you to get his attention?”

“I don’t know…” Stacy equivocated, not liking how her mother was talking. “Unless she can get her mom to sleep with him too, I don’t see—“

“Don’t bring me into this; I’m your rival. Feel a healthy sense of competition. What can you do to be Wayne’s number one girl? Anal sex? A striptease? There’s always something new you can do to get his attention—and make sure it isn’t on someone else.”