And this story happen when I was 15 years old When I was 15 my best friend mom and dad was fighting all the time because she became a crack head.So he...would leave for weeks at a time so I spent the night all the time she was about 5"8 small waist big ass And hips dark chocolate short hair One day I was over there house playing ball when she told my friend his dad was on the wayTo pick him up for the weekend she had on a silk robe and it that moment you could see everythingI knew she was smoking. He entered our family by helping mom to get medical treatment so he became close to mom papa was not dare to talk to him face to face so he offend use to come to our home and our life started changing again papa stopped even talking to mom after Arvin started coming to home because of afraid so mom started changing one day she asked Arvin that what he want from my family she can give it to him but Arvin does not asked any thing but mom came in front of him and started removing her saree and. I felt the vibrations of my tapping through my stone-borne senses, like a double echo, coming and going at the same time."Do you feel that?" River asked."What?" That drumming noise in the rock? Its stopped now."I had stopped tapping my fingers on the stone when River spoke. She had been feeling my tapping!"Maybe our hosts are waiting for us to ring the bell, so to speak." I said, and put the flat of my palm on the stone beneath me. I sent a pulse of power into the rock, and the entire chamber. "I mean even I wouldn't wearshorts like that so at her age," I asked gesturing towards her mycigarette clasped between my outstretched fingers.Mhari laughed a bit. "Jealousy is a wonderful thing," she said shakingher head at me as pulled a face and took a draw from my cigarette.With Mum and Avril back in the group we decided we had seen enough of"Old Cadiz" and grabbed a cab taxi down into the "New Town." The shopswere larger and more fashionable lots of what were probably chain storesin Spain.