None of them knew that Pixie's mother was actually up on the balcony with ears widely open, picking each and every word spoken, and eyes clearly watching the drama that was going on.
Suddenly, Pixie stopped walking. She turned around in anger, went face to face with Ishtar, exposing hurtful feelings.
"You said you want to go, right?" She yelled, "that's what you want, not so? Then leave!" Acting so cold, "take your miserable life to wherever you want to, okay?"
Pixie was so hurt that, for a moment, all she could do was sputter.
However, not every word that Pixie said that she meant. She was too bitter, not because she wanted Ishtar to go, but because she was deeply in love with her.
However, Pixie on the other hand was selfish, not to consider Ishtar's desires too. All she cared about was her own happiness in sexual satisfaction. Putting Ishtar on high pedestal, an innocent soul of a woman she tamed and introduced to her lesbian lifestyle, this made her get hurt so bad.
It's like she had won a virgin for herself and taught it every single detail of how she loved her talent and gifts to be explored during sex exercise.
And of course Ishtar was a good student. She had mastered the techniques and everytime they got naked, she busted Pixie's brain with a topnotch performance.
"So ungrateful!" Pixie growled, turned and continued to hurry inside the house, away from Ishtar's presence.
The downcast look on Ishtar's face obviously told how hurt she also ended up feeling deep within, immediately after Pixie sputtered at her ruthlessly.
"How else would I have addressed this?" In her head Ishtar questioned.
Speechless, she turn and walked back to the swimming pool bed, but this time never laid her back down to chill. Instead, in a heap of thoughts she sat on it and fixed a sad gaze at the water.
In the house, Pixie hurried. She reached her bedroom door and pushed it to open so she can find her own space to mourn the fact that the animal she expected to have tame now, hoping it was domestic and all hers, was wild inside, having own plans and own way to go.
In other words, Pixie had chosen Ishtar to be in her world as her lover, doing so much every now and then to keep her for herself including treating her child so well as hers, and making it an effort to getting her body orgasm excited to make her forget about the existence and importance of men.
But Ishtar was not a human to be deceived or tamed out of her true desires in life. She had dreams and vision to pursue to build her own world.
Pixie, as soon as she pushed the door to get inside her bedroom, her eyes landed on her mother who was sitting comfortably on her bed, waiting patiently like she was expecting her to show up at that very moment.
"Mom! What are you doing in my room?" She was suprised to find her, moreover waiting.
She twitched her face and said, "I'm here to find answers to some disturbing questions rolling in my head."
"Answers!" Intrigued, Pixie gazed steadily at her, wondering. "Which questions?" And asked.
Without wasting a second, "is it true you're sexually attracted to other women?" Mother didn't hesitate to ask directly.
Pixie's mind busted in a shock.
"W What are you talking about?" Pixie guiltily stammered since she didn't expect her mom to have a hint about it.
"You definitely know what am talking about!" Her mother responded on a serious gesture.
"Mom!" Pixie blurted in denial, caught in a fix.
"Don't dare fool me _ I will call your father in here and you know what that means," mother turned tough and more serious.
And at this point, it seemed like Pixie knew what was bound to happen when her father gets involved. She hesitantly lowered her defensive guards down and shyly stepped foward. She sat right next to her mother to give desired answers to hanging questions.
"It's deep and complex mom," Pixie started, and her downcast gaze made her mother realize that she was indeed shy about the grounds on which she was playing intimacy games.
"Open up to your mother, know that she can understand you well," too eager to hear what her daughter had in her mind store to reveal, mother humbled herself considerately. She closed the gap in between as she caressed her, to buy more of her trust.
"You asked whether I am attracted to other women _ yes. Naturally that's how I've always felt," she stated in griefs.
"It's alright... it's okay," her mother leaned her in, to allow her grief on her shoulder, to show her that whatever it is, she's fully in for her.
Pixie began to narrate how she found herself in the lesbian circle.
"It all started with a teacher in class who used to stare at me when I had just joined high-school. At first I thought she just likes me for passing her tests so well, but it continued for days and then months. As time went by, she started to keep me behind after her lessons, then we could go to her house together."
"You mean...., that same English teacher you used to visit at her house oftentimes?" Pixie's mother seemed to guess right, with a crew.
"She made me her best friend," Pixie agreed. "She told me her house was my house too, I can come by anytime I want."
"Damn!" Mother blurted.
"One evening, as I was on a sofa watching a fashion show, she tiptoed behind me and whispered in my ear, 'What am about to show you is my deepest secret that no one knows about. I am going to trust you with it, okay?' I agreed."
"And what was the secret?" Mother got very curious.
"I too couldn't wait to know. Curiously, when I turned eyes to see, from nowhere walked in another girl of exactly my range, with whom they started kissing infront of me," Pixie took a long breath and posed for a second.
"I had never seen something like a woman kissing a woman before!"
Mother was overwhelmed by the narrative but she hoped she needed to hear more.
Pixie went ahead with the story.
"Intrigued, my eyes grew wider and I started feeling some type of way _ my boobs and the whole body were out of my control at that moment. I felt a need to be touched the same way they were touching."
Still listening attentively, "you can stop there." mother couldn't handle the remaining parts.
She sighed in disbelief.
.....
"One more question," mother stated, "have you been doing it with Ishtar?"
Pixie noded her head 'yes' and added, "but she just told me she wants to leave."
This was unexpected to Pixie's mother.
"Leave! Why?"
"Maybe that's hers to tell you," Pixie replied.
Immediately, a meeting at the swimming pool side between Pixie's family and Ishtar on the side was conducted.