That's a Job for a MILF 32.2

"So, what do you think? How do I look?" asked Suzanne, leaving her bedroom and finding her daughter lying in the living room sofa, still in her pink nightie, with her phone in hand. 

"Wow, mom! You look fabulous!" Brianna said, smiling broadly. "I just love this outfit! It's, like, so perfect!" 

"Thank you, my dear!"

Suzanne was wearing a purple lace blouse with two buttons undone, so that the top of her boobs were temptingly exposed; a tight black leather skirt, which ended above her knees; and 5-inch purple peep toe platform heels, with cute little bows on the front. 

"Now tell me, why are you so dressed up today?" Brianna asked, slyly. "I bet you have a crush at work! Is he hot? Well, If you keep dressing this way, the poor man won't stand a chance! Pretty soon I'll have a new daddy" she giggled. 

"Brianna, don't say something like that" Suzanne said, trying to sound serious but unable to hide a faint smile. "You know I need to always be well dressed at work."

"But that isn't such a huge sacrifice for you…" 

"Of course not!" Suzanne exclaimed, checking her makeup in a small mirror. "I love nice clothes, just like my sweet daughter... isn't it true?"

"Well, I can't deny that! But be honest, there really isn't someone who caught your eye at work?"

Suzanne tried to avoid this, but she immediately thought of Mr. Hill, with his manly face and strong body. Oh, God… Why did he have to be so attractive? 

"Maybe..." she said slowly, before she could stop herself. "But let's say that I really get involved with someone… Would you be okay with that?" 

"Sure, Mom! Like, why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you father passed away not so long ago..." 

"So what? He was my dad and all, but... I'm not a little girl anymore! I know you weren't happy married to him! Honestly, anyone could see that!"

"Bree..."

"That's okay, Mom. You don't need to lie to me, okay? You're such a sexy woman… You can get any man you want. And I, like, just want to see you happy."

"Oh, princess, this is very kind of you!" Suzanne said with tearful eyes, hugging her daughter. 

"Fine, fine, just don't get all emotional, okay? Otherwise you will have to redo all your makeup!"

"Yes, that would be terrible! I'm already running out of time. What are you going to do today?" 

"Just the usual stuff, you know? I'm gonna to the gym with the girls, and later maybe we'll go to the mall..." since they had moved to the city, Brianna had made some friends of her age, and they spent a lot of time together. "Oh, And tonight I'm gonna see Tom." 

"Your boyfriend?" Suzanne asked, raising her eyebrows. 

"He's not my boyfriend... yet. We're just getting to know each other."

"Well, I'd like to have a little talk with this young man." 

"C'mon, Mom, don't be like that! He's a nice guy!" 

"Then why can't I meet him?" 

"Of course you can! But not right now. How can I be like 'hey, babe, I know that we're not a thing yet, but Mom wants to know you. Is 7 pm okay for you?' He'll totally freak out!"

"Umm... I see your point" Suzanne smiled. "But still, you have to be careful, Bree. Some guys just want to take advantage of..." 

"I know all that, Mom!" Brianna rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I can take care of myself. I'm already eighteen, remember?" she folded her arms petulantly.

"Well, to me you will always be my dear little girl!" Suzanne teased. "But I trust you… Just remember my advices, okay? I just want the best for you. Now I have to go, sweetie!" 

Suzanne walked toward the front door, only then realizing how weird that conversation had been. Once again, it was as if she and Brianna had always been mother and daughter. That feeling was getting stronger every day, and Suzanne wondered if Brianna still remembered her past – her real past. If that was the case, would she want to go back to being Christine Moss someday? She looked so happy and adapted to her new life. She was even dating a young man, for god sake!  

"Aren't you gonna have breakfast, Mom?" Brianna asked. 

"No time for that, sweetie" Suzanne replied, still a little confused by all that. "I'll grab some coffee on my way." 

"Oh, before you go, a weird letter arrived to you today." 

"What's weird about it?" 

"You'll see... I left the letter on the kitchen table."

Suzanne hurried over there, and found a plain white envelope. The letter was addressed to her, but there was no sender's name or address on the back. Brianna was right. It was weird, to say the least. 

But the biggest surprise came when she opened the envelope. The calligraphy of the letter was identical to that of the diary she had read while she was still at the clinic. Who could have written that? At first, Suzanne thought of Mrs. Larsen, the owner of the clinic. But that wasn't her handwriting. Perhaps she had the ability to write using different calligraphies, but Suzanne wasn't so sure. She then started reading the letter... 

Dear Suzanne, 

I hope everything is fine in your new life. I know some changes are difficult, but they are always important to one's self-knowledge and personal growth. And believe me when I say that: everything that is happening right now will take you to a new reality, full of achievements and happiness. Don't be afraid to try new things and meet your desires. Remember that – better than anyone – you know what is best for your own life. Just keep calm and listen to your heart, and you'll know exactly what to do.

Best wishes,

A friend

And that was all. Suzanne stood there for a while, trying to understand the meaning of that letter. She wondered again who could have written that. That definitely sounded like something that Mrs. Larsen would say, but why would she write it anonymously? Suzanne didn't know. But despite that, she had to admit that she strangely felt calmer after reading that…