“So, what do you think of the festival so far, mom?”
“Well, Audrey, it is certainly eye opening, that’s for sure.”
“Please, mom, call me Juniper when we’re here. That’s my festival name.”
“Oh, right, right. I’m sorry, ‘Juniper’. I’ll try to remember.”
“Thank you. What did you think of the body painting tent?”
“I must say, that girl was rather handsy while she was painting me.”
“Yes, with me too. But did you like that about her? And her name is Dove.”
“Well, I must admit, I do feel quite tingly after all that touching. Is that behavior normal?”
“I don’t know about normal, but Dove’s hands, and fingers, certainly felt good.”
“You mean…?”
“Yes, mom. I think she knew you were too nervous, so she didn’t try anything too provocative. But I let her get me off with her fingers. She made my little butterfly sing, I must say.”
“Well, um, that is quite naughty.”
“I hope you don’t disapprove. I thought this was where you were going to let your hair down a little.”
“I didn’t say I disapproved. And yes, Dove was quite an attractive young lady, I must say.”
“Great! Because she’s going to join us in our tent in a few hours. I told her you’re my mom. I think she has more than a little crush on you.”
“Oh, my. Um, well, I think that might be quite nice, then.”
“That’s the spirit! Maybe Dove and I can help you pick out a festival name before we’re done in the tent. This is going to be a great weekend!”
