Nestled In
It sits on a small rise of lawn at the end of the block, towering over the neighborhood like a mother in her chair holding her baby in her arms, rocking him to sleep while the other, older children gather at her feet, gazing up at her, enraptured by her plenty. She's their mother and her love for them is unconditional, made manifest in her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her hands. At least that's how Irma sees it, and she ought to know because it's her establishment, The Nestled Inn Bed and Breakfast, offering comfort and respite to weary travelers. It's a home away from home where, as her ad in the town paper says, "Every moment counts."... Read the whole story HERE