Momma had LIVED. She didn't float from day to day. The Ensign was not momma's first."Momma? Did you ever want to be normal?" I asked her when I finish...d AFTER THE FALL."What is normal?" Mothers ... answer a question with a question.I had to ponder that for a little bit: Four moms, eight sibs, half a million nephews and nieces. I OWN a half million dollar boat. I have a Time Piece. This is Pentwater, 1928. I could come up with only one answer; "I don't know, I've never had it."She looked at me. It must lead somewhere.After some time there was another door. Made from stainless steel and not wood like the others. I reached out, tried the handle. The door swung easily on it's hinges, opened noiselessly. As soon as I had opened it a crack I heard the noise. Soft woofing and the clicking of claws on stone. I had found the kennels.Opening the door fully I stepped inside. Seven big kennels lined the walls. Some were occupied by more than one dog, some were empty. Dog beds and bowls were in. This one wanted a blow job. I hated myself for doing it, but I gave him one, afraid that the pimp would hurt me pretty badly if I didn't. I'd never realized how bad some women had it, how weak and helpless they could be, and I was getting a first hand lesson. When I was done giving the guy the blow job, I could still taste it in my mouth, and hated it. I found the purse of the girl I was supposed to be and dug through it, looking for breath mints or something. Instead, the only thing I found. To a bitch that never really gave a shit and wouldn’t even kiss me, thought it was dirty, or I was dirty. Only good thing that came from that was my two kids, or at least one of them cares. So now I live alone, in a lousy 1 bedroom apartment that’s so small I have to go outside to change my mind. No regular girl friend. It seems like the only women that pay any attention to me at all are the ones that I have to pay to do so. Last month one of my little friends that I’ve been so kind to allow to.