She had found work as a secretary for a medium-sized building firm, a job she had been recommended for by her former employer, who was perhaps feeling...guilty about his role in her downfall. She had bought a small cottage in a quiet village, and had settled down with her young son. Feeling betrayed by her body, which had finally yielded to her instincts, Helen initially swore off sex, but after a year or so, she found she missed it, badly, Sometimes. She had a few dates, but refused to get. In spite of my lonely awkwardness, it felt like coming home.Then by chance, we made eye contact. She smiled. I smiled back. Then suddenly she was heading my way and I couldn’t believe what was happening. She came up and said hi and we started dancing. Beyoncé’s “Get Me Bodied” was on, and I knew the whole music video dance to it, so we laughed and danced and laughed. She shouted over the music to me, “You’re awesome!” There was such sincerity in her voice. It was years ago, but I know I will. Violent memories itch badly, they say. Bishop Junior. I chuckled at the irony and got off my chair to pace. I heard his joint crackle as he dragged on it and wished I could relapse for a day. ‘Yeah, funny right?’ Autch sounded somber. My eyes fell on my forgotten Heinekeen. I took it for a couple swigs. ‘Tutu bastards!’ ‘That beef is over… M.J is dead and you don’t want to be starting something,’ ‘This is none of Bishop’s concern,’ I said. ‘Not that I won’t like to shoot lead in between his. Seconds later she stood up and walked out into the hall towards her room. Oh James If you have any questions come into my room and I will explain. I kind of felt like I was in shock, but wanted more alot more. So i got out walked to my room to get dressed. the whole time I couldnt stop thinking about moms glories tites. Her 34 CCs got me so hard agian when I thought of them. Back to the story. I left my room, and headed toward moms room. As I knocked the door opened to mom on her knees.