When I returned home two hours later, I went to her room to turn off the device. Mom was listening, but had a strange expression on her face and said, "That was NOT my book--but I listened to it anyway. It was like one of those "True Story" magazines." I don't think Mom's ever read a True Story magazine. But she knew someone who did. Or maybe she knew somebody who knew somebody who did. Anyway...
Then I remembered. After Mom had listened the previous night, I was browsing through some of the books I had downloaded. There were a few free "romance" novels so I put them in the mix. I must say I enjoy reading the occasional trashy novel on occasion. However, a few pages in (OK, so maybe it was more than a few--but as God is my witness, less than 50), I realized that this great work of literature was closer to female erotica than romance novel.
When you turn the Kindle back on, it will automatically pick up where you left off. I didn't pay any attention to what was on the screen when I set it up for Mom. She doesn't know how to start or stop it--I guess it was basically a hostage situation.
Except for the fact that she could have simply taken off the headphones.
Sam was sitting in the living room and I told him what had happened. I also read him this brief passage from the book,
His whiskey tone promised incredible delights, seducing her word by word. "I can indulge in the feeling of you wrapped around me. Not moving, just savoring."
I understand if you feel the need to go take a shower right now--I inadvertently let my 91-year-old mother listen to