Mother Rose had a gift. She knew how to give people what they needed, not what they wanted. So I had gone to her.
You must first understand that I have never… ah… been with a woman.
I’ve always been a somewhat quiet individual. I had always gone through the same predictable motions of admiring women from afar, women who were hopelessly unattainable. It was safer when there was no actual chance of my feelings being reciprocated.
And of course, I never had time for romance. I worked hard, kept busy and my diligence had paid off. But time had passed, and now that I finally had money of my own, and some independance from my overbearing family, I thought I should finally get this… event… over and done with. So that it would no longer bother me.
But I can honestly say that the flower Mother Rose brought for me was not what I expected.
For one thing, it was male.