“I’ll miss these afternoons with you, Steven,” I purred, recognizing that telltale quiver I’d come to savor. Steven was my son’s best friend; they’d been inseparable through high school, and I’d been screwing him all summer. What began with stolen glances when the boys gathered at our house their senior year, progressed to celebrating his eighteenth birthday in our jacuzzi. For his graduation, I claimed his virginity. Now I’m sending him off to college with an education that only a forty-year-old woman could provide. I know I’ll see him again, but never like this.