Good old Dad. At least he did have some good taste despite being a jerk. There is just something about a well-stacked ass that made the world seem lik... such a better place. I gave Mom a "Ya got me" smile, "You look great," I told her. And she did. My mother was definitely an A-fucking-plus on that score. How the hell no one had scooped her up after Dad fucked off I will never know.Mom gave a slight nod. "Now, to be quite clear about all this, what I do next is something I want to do, Henry,". Amy was a small cowed woman of perhaps 25 who seldom, if ever spoke and then only of her duties. Some nights she did not come to our shared room but I never learned why not. I had a half day a week off and was allowed to visit my mother whose health was deteriorating but who seemed pleased that I had found a suitable position. That was a hard time to be destitute and she dreaded the thought of my being hurled out onto the street and perpetually counseled me to behave and obey without question. He would have to ask.He was only here on vacation, his house was being built on this side of town and he wanted to be close by to check on the progress. He didn't want anyone to know who he was, which should be pretty easy since his business name was C.K. Walker. He ran Walker Industries and all of its subsidiaries; he was a busy man at all times. For the first time in 7 years he was taking a vacation, in one of his own apartment buildings. Living here wasn't so bad, especially since his. He remembered how hostile his ex had been after she walked in on them taking a shower together the next morning. Even though her younger sister was eighteen years old, his ex made it sound like Darren was a pedophile who had violated a fourteen year old.Quietly disengaging himself from the argument that pursued, he managed to slip away, leaving the sisters to work things out between them. From the tone of their escalating voices, he knew it was going to take awhile.Recalling the aggravation, he.