It was Thursday, and like on all Thurdays, Merry was sitting in her living room with a novel in her hands with her feet resting on the footstool that was not too far away from the leather chair that she was sitting in. The house was already smelling of the roast that had been cooking ever since Merry had left for work this morning. Her work was much like her home life, unrestricted and baring all to another person. She was a sexual therapist that specialized in open or poly relationships. Considering her home life it was a job that was perfectly suited for her.<br/><br/>Hearing her children and Sarah arriving home from school, her body arched and stretched with her letting out a kind of purr as all of her limbs were away from her body and her back was arched forward ever so slightly. After she was done with her long stretch, she put the novel down on the table after slipping her red bookmark inside. Her feet were placed on the floor, some of the sunlight reflected off of her red toenail polish that she had put on about an hour ago. Merry then bent her knees and stood up with her beginning to make very slow strides across the floor as everything was coming into place just as she had expected it to. Sarah was going to be playing with Maria tonight and Eliza would be blocking out the world.<br/><br/>Like a good mother, she knew her kids and what they liked to do. But of her two children that were currently home, Eliza was the one that was going to need her the most. Maria was fine with Sarah. Slowly, Merry climbed the stairs and went across the clearing to Eliza's doorway. She heard the very low sound of music coming from inside off of that powerful radio of her daughter's. Merry put her hand on the door very slowly, gripping it lightly as she turned it to walk into the room where her daughter was.<br/><br/>It was locked. She frowned for a moment as she went to the hall cabinet where inside wrapped in a towel was her old trespassing kit. It had all kinds of tools to pick locks and get through doors with ease. Merry always kept it handy for this kind of contingency since she knew that one day they would start to lock her out. But that was the same day they would learn that no matter what, their mother will get into to free them from the confines of the boxes that the rest of the world would consider rooms. After she unfurled it, she picked out her tools and kneeled there at her daughter’s doorway as she placed the first tool into the lock and then the second till she worked it enough to hear that wondrous click. Her tools were placed back into their holder that was then rolled up, wrapped in the towel, and hidden in the hall closet once more.<br/><br/>Merry took small little ginger steps to her daughters door for the second time. It was not time to look inside and see what she would find her lovely Eliza doing other than listening to music.<br/><br/>The happy face that Merry had walked in there with turned into a much more somber one as she saw that her daughter was wearing clothes in their home. This was breaking one of their three rules in only a few minutes after being home. Merry was no longer quiet or stealthy, she was a mom now. And as a mom she needed to see what had driven one of her beautiful children to an extent that they felt the need to cover their body. No matter how much she screamed, she knew that Eliza was not going to hear her over the music.<br/><br/>This was one of those rare times where Merry got up and closed the door to the bedroom, relocking it to prevent anyone from entering while she and Eliza talked. That would be quite the sign to Eliza that there was something up. And then Merry, without asking turned the music down significantly.<br/><br/>“Eliza, sweetheart, what is hurting my baby so much?” Merry said this as she sat on the bed near her daughter, her arms outstretched as if to pull her daughter into an embrace.<br/>