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“Fine. Let’s talk about your sex life then. Are you gay? You know I’d love you either way. Lucas, honey, don’t you think there might be a problem when your almost geriatric mother makes booty calls and you don’t. You’re a fit man in his prime. Get laid already.”

My nostrils flared, “I’m fine. I’m not gay, Ma. But fine, you wanna know what’s going on with me? You need to know what your son is into? It’s not men—it’s control. I’m a DOM, Ma. Are you happy now?” I finished throwing down my napkin, just to shovel a thick piece of steak in my mouth. I savored it, chewing slowly… watching the multitude of expressions that flitted over her face.

She was flustered, color creeping up her neck to heat her cheeks. “Like Fifty Shades of DOM?”

“Yes, mother. Exactly like that.”

Her hand settled on her throat, fidgeting with the thin gold chain she wears. “Oh… oh dear. Well, ok. Good talk. You finish up and get to bed…”

Still wearing a red face, she got up placing her mug in the sink. muttering under her breath about nipple clamps and floggers.

“They’d make a great birthday present for me. I also could use a new spreader bar.”

She walked over, swatting me on the back of the head, “You might be Prez of Creed and apparently a DOM, but I’m still your mother. Watch your mouth.”

Now, my cheeks turned red, lowering my eyes, I muttered, “Yes, ma’am. You’re the only woman who I’d let get away with that smack.”

“Good Lord, I’m going to bed. I hope when I wake up tomorrow, I’ll forget this entire conversation.”

Smiling, I dug my fork back into the food on my plate. “Goodnight, Ma. Sleep well.”

Tomorrow.

I haven’t looked forward to one in a long time. But riding north, under the thick evergreens along coastal roads, is just what I need to clear my head and fight the fog that’s crept in my heart.

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