<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdr5e3znDq1rlxy60o1_400.png)</div>So warm.  So welcoming and comforting.  This is what it must feel like to have a family, to know the easy familiarity of a hug or a touch.  Mary had read about a horrible experiment called Harlowe's Monkeys.  Baby monkeys had been denied total or partial contact with a mothering figure and it had made them literally crazy.  Mya didn't know it yet, but she was really close to finding out one of Mary's secrets.<br/><br/>She held tight for well over a minute, body slowly relaxing.  The tension just flowed out of Mary, visible in a more relaxed tone in the muscles of her back and shoulders and the slowing of her breathing.  If they'd been laying down, she was certain she'd have fallen asleep.  It would have been heavenly, but a little jerk right on the edge of sleep brought her back.  Mary tensed up again, but not as bad as before and stepped back.  The skin of her neck and on the slope of her breasts was flushed and her cheeks were splotched too.  She didn't say anything, just gave Mya a nod of thanks and a grateful look with those pale blue eyes before turning back to the wardrobe.<br/><br/>The first shirt she pulled out was white and snug.  Mary slipped her bra off and pulled the shirt over on top.  She added a pair of green running shorts, grabbed a grey zip up fleece and turned to face Mya.  The shirt was obviously from her old school, clung to her and proclaimed she was the property of the  Hockaday Daisies.  She pulled the fleece on and left it unzipped as she sat on the bed to put on a pair of Nikes.<br/><strong><br/>"Sushi or Indian?"</strong>she asked Mya, face starting to clear up.<br/><br/>