Lots of changes between then and late 80s early 90s. I left behind my unicorn and blocked the dreams….and the voices and so much more….I wanted to...fit in….then I became a mother. Yes during my trying to fit in I made some poor judgment calls as all young people do. Do I regret my children never, the timing perhaps. Many years and many things happen between then and later years… More bad choices….swinging between Christian and who I truly was. Relationships and more children. Most always it came. Jill was transfixed on what she was looking at, unaware that her grandson was deliberately masturbating for her benefit.At 62, she still was sexually active with her husband, not as often as she wished but still, maybe twice a month, usually at her instigation, and with his inability to maintain an erection for any length of time, the majority of times she satisfying him with her mouth, and her husband using one of her many toys on her to bring her satisfaction. They had thought about getting. We went over and talked with two of them. Dan explained how my fantasy was to be prostitute on the street and be the property of a really demanding black pimp. We’ll in no time this one ho was writing down the number of their pimp. “Mistata Roca would be way inot that, he never had no white bitch to put out on his track yo two outght give hima call, he get you married pussy real banged up by some of his customas, they pay big buck for acute litta white bitch like you and givin yu married…my. ." Once you get there, you will see what a good time you will have with your sister and brother, your grandparents, and even us."As the caravan headed north, I listened to my sister's babble and the faint buzz of my brother's headphones. One long week...Time seemed to stand still. Hazy, hot, and humid days in July... rowing on an algae crusted lake...fishing for non-fish...shuffleboard?...a swimming pool that had seen better days, cracked concrete, missing tiles...old flesh under umbrellas.