There isn’t love or light. There isn’t even strength. All I see is pain. I see pain and service. I see darkness and hatred. I see fear and anxiety... I see emptiness and fire. Not the fire that holds off the cold, but the fire that burns down your home while you’re sleeping.“I’m not trying to beat you,” I whisper. “Reyna plays games; she has winners and loser. I don’t play games.”“Everyone plays games.”“Not us. Not you.”“I’m not that girl.”“Yes, you are.” I see it so clearly. This girl is the. Her cleavage was now clearly visible to me. Her breasts were huge about 36, and she was looking superbly sexy. Her cleavage was awesome and extremely sexy. My jaw dropped seeing it and I wish I could dig my face in there.I was slowly developing an erection though I tried very hard to control it. She lifted up my t-shirt and checked my breathing. In the meantime she asked me some basic questions like what I did, where I studied, which class, etc. Then she came down and pressed my abdomen area. Jman (my man) was on his hands and knees, his plump ass raised high in the air as the street thug held them in his grimy hands, watching his thick dick slap and slide in and out of him. Neither one of them noticed me as Jman was busy getting the life fucked out of him, and the street thug reeled in his sweet juices like a k** in a candy store. Then I heard Jman's voice, screaming filth in a passion I'd heard before."FUCK ME! FUCK MY NASTY ASS D-MONEY! MAKE ME CUM LIKE MY MAN!! That's when I. My eyes followed her, noticing for the first time that she had a robust rear. She glanced at me and waved before entering her home and closing the front door.* The week rushed by. Every day saw more visitors and distant relatives coming by to say goodbye. Early Friday morning, as I dressed for my morning jog, my mother called out my name. As I walked to the living room I heard her add, “You have company.” “Hello, my name is Gloria. I am Ana’s niece.” I introduced myself, shaking her hand.