At that point I opened a bottle of wine, headed to the couch, and started looking for something new on Netflix. Finally, about 12:05am there was a kno...k on the door, through the peephole it was my new daddy Brent! Opening the door, he just said “Fuck, you look so hot you little sissy slut.” I did not speak, because my smile said it all. Walking in the door he grabbed my hand, put it on his crotch and said, “I brought you a present” He was so hard, and couldn’t let him keep that cock stuffed. Even after coming home, he used to do paper works sitting in the balcony. He used to be in home only on Sundays.Days were flying away. I used to give her a Hello and smile every morning. I was very careful to behave normally when my friends were around. Each one of them had an eye on her. Everyone tried to take her attention by smiling at her, showing their bare upper body etc. She never responded to any of them and never minded me too when my friends were around.So one day I took the courage. "She put me on hold, then Ms. Starch came on the phone. "How may I help you, Mr. Johnson?" I'm calling to see if my inbox is overflowing or are there any calls I need to return." Nothing important is pending, Sir. I've been able to divert most everything. You are requested to be home early this evening. I understand you are to be the subject of a serious discussion. It could become laborious." You don't say. Well, I'm on the ground and I was calling to see if it was worthwhile coming in.". ”Reggie went with the tears then, but my mother wasn’t buying, she was a woman after all, she knew the value of tears, and at the moment they had zero value in her eyes.“I know that---the question is with whom? I require a name.”Reggie looked at my mother, perplexed.“A name, girl. What’s the girl friend’s name?”“Oh ... Voyers, Cathy Voyers.”What happened next stunned me and probably amazed Reggie.“Howie call a taxi, if they need an address for the destination---I don’t see why they would, but.