I have no good memories of my father, a terrible man who did nothing but work and took it out on his family, and I was raised on my mother's love alone. So it wasn't long before I started being aware of my mother as a woman. Ten years of holding that down, and now that I'm old enough to stand on my own, I decided to act on getting her. A first trip with my mother, paid for with my first salary — and at an inn far from anywhere, where nobody can interrupt us, I loved my mother as much as I wanted.