My family, whom I described once as a bunch of treacherous and manipulative snakes, seemed on the verge of discovering the fact that I’m a writer. T...ey’re a bunch of evil people. From my sociopathic aunt to my psychopathic sister, my neurotic uncle and my bitchy cousin. My mother the abandoner and my absentee father also number among those who make my life much harder than it has to be. Yeah, so many negative influences in this man’s life. And people wonder why I seem to mad at the world. ’ Amy thought she may as well let Sophie have her way. Then maybe the other woman would let Amy do what she needed to do. ‘Good,’ Sophie smiled, ‘and you’re Amy, right?’ ‘Uh, yes.’ Amy barely registered that Sophie hadn’t asked whether she could call her by her first name. ‘OK, Amy, so what do you need to know?’ Sophie asked, evenly. Good, thought Amy, now we can get to it. ‘Well, do you have any idea why the police thought you were soliciting?’ ‘Oh that’s easy,’ Sophie declared, ‘I’m a. .where to start... well i guess at the beginning, she is 20 years old the same as my older sister Jasmine, we call her Jas for short, I cant stand Jas but back to Brenda. Brenda is 5 feet and 6 inches tall and she is caramel skinned, thick, and when I say thick I mean she has a slim waist, nice firm 36 DD breasts a huge ass that would make a grown man weak from the softness of the touch I know from the accidental brushes I have given it over the years. Her hair is dyed red and long reaching her. It was awesome as always. Jeff was a caring, passionate, talented lover. He grumbled that they should do it more often, but so did she. Their son was grown now – married last June and expecting their first grandchild next August. They were going to be grandparents and that made both of them feel so OLD. But they weren’t – at forty-five and forty-six, they were still young, fit, healthy. It was weird. They had more time, more money and were too tired to make the effort to do the things that they.