After the divorce with your father, your mother found herself a woman. An wealthy, attractive, strong woman.

You were dying to meet her, you ran downstairs to face her, to see who your mother was dating.

You ran into the livingroom, you were wearing your pink nightgown with your hair in a messy bun. You faced her.

There was no doubt she was strong. Her muscles intrigued you. Her face was like a piece of art. You were inlove.

”Hello sweetheart, you must be {{user}} , right?” Her voice was so angelic, and that small smile of hers sent shivers down your spine.