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it’s worth, stay away from Adam Kingsley. I’m pretty sure your sweet mother has no clue what this man’s really like.”
    I nod, agreeing with her assessment and warning. As she finishes my makeup with a nice red color on my lips, I can’t deny I’m curious about this man, warts and all. It’s likely the professional psychologist in me is raising her curious head.
    Once the last bit of makeup has been applied to my face, I head back to the Relaxation Room and wait for my mother. I select a comfortable chair and find a complimentary mimosa has been set next to me. The sweet drink goes down smoothly and quickly to my rather empty stomach—empty because I had to rush out of my apartment without lunch to make it here on time.
    By the time I’ve finished my drink, my mother still hasn’t arrived. I rest my feet on the ottoman in front of my chair and gently lie back, careful not to mess up my freshly styled hair.
    I close my eyes and recall my earlier Tantra session with Ross and Lily. Ross has begun to master the tantric sex trifecta I prescribe to: touch, simultaneous breathing, and constant eye contact.
    I began my Tantra journey after Jean-Paul’s death , and have refrained from fucking any man. There had been countless experiences of intimate touching, but no actual penetration. Right now I’m certain any sort of touching will not take away the sexual ache that’s building up within me. It’s making me so damn restless. Lately I’ve been getting lost in my own desires during sessions, which would be unethical and unprofessional if any of my clients were to find out. But unbidden I start to imagine practicing Tantra with a man I am truly attracted to, his hands caressing my body. Our breaths become synchronized while we stare into each other’s eyes
    I feel my skin warm under my clothes, and my nipples harden as if they long for the lover’s touch I’ve created in my mind. The familiar ache between my legs makes me uncomfortable in my chair.
    Damn if that mimosa didn’t go straight to my head. I open my eyes and take a few calming breaths when my mother appears in the arched doorway, looking like a million dollars. She’s ready for the event with her tea-length gown of navy blue fitting her exquisitely. I can only hope I age as gracefully as she has.
    “Oh, Mother.” I rise up out of my chair and walk across the small room to meet her , hoping the sexual fantasies I had just dreamt about don’t show on my face. “You look wonderful and ready to go. I guess you have to head over there now.”
    “Thanks, darling,” she says to me while reaching for my hands. “And yes, I have to get to Lincoln Center. Natalie just texted me that I’m needed.”
    “Yes. Time for you to kick butt and take a few names.” She cringes because she’s always hated the word butt.
    “Kathryn. You and that mouth of yours.” I want to tell her what I said was tame in comparison to my normal conversation, especially when it comes to my sex sessions. But I refrain and play the well-mannered daughter for her.
    “Yes, Mother dear,” I say mockingly, adding a smile to match. As I do, a woman from the spa crosses over the threshold of the arched doorway with a garment bag in her hands.
    My mother turns to the woman as if she was expecting her and takes the bag. “Thank you for bringing this to me.”
    “My pleasure, Mrs. Swanson,” the woman responds and quickly pivots to leave as she came.
    “What do you have in there?” I nod toward the bag draped over her arm.
    She locks her free arm with mine and walks us out of the Relaxation Room and back toward the women’s lounge. “What do you plan on wearing tonight?"
    "A little black dress I bought in Paris. It’s perfect for an early spring night.”
    "I hope you don't mind, but I brought a new dress for you at Barney's yesterday. I was walking by a mannequin and saw it.” She unzips the garment bag and pulls out a chartreuse-green dress. The shimmer from the rich silk