Appointment.That morning I had quite literally been dragged from my home to the clinic by my mother. Then, after unsuccessfully trying every avoidance...tactic and delaying strategy known to a five-year-old boy, I had found myself sitting on a worn and wobbly metal chair in the all-to-familiar dental waiting room. Just like my initial appointment, I found myself surrounded by anxious mothers and their c***dren. This time however, one thing was different - the room was full to bursting. All the. Isn't that wonderful?" I nodded. "Here, feel them." She took my hands and placed one on each of her nipples. I touched them very gently, my fingers rigid. "No honey, I want you to understand what they are like, what they feel like." She put her hands over mine and cupped her breasts, kneading them softly. Then she moved my thumbs over the nipples and made me flick them slightly."They are very sensitive, honey. When you touch them like that, I feel little electric shocks through my body. Can you. Iremember I was deciding between this skirt and the jeans skirt." Well I'm glad you picked out the white miniskirt as I had already boughta jeans skirt a month before the party and didn't need another one,hehe." Elizabeth smiled, as her Cosmo drink arrived."Yeah..." Candace's words trailed off, as her eyes were focused elsewhere,looking off into the busy crowd at the bar. She soon spotted Eddie'sscruffy looking form watching the two of them like a silent predator.Smiling, she used her right. I started working security and attending the local community college. My son went to school. As for my mother, she took care of us. As she has always done. Isn’t she great? For ages, I busied myself with school and work. There was rent to pay and I was also saving money for Bernard’s college education. Back in the day, I attended the University of Notre Dame in Haiti. It was important to me that my son attended a good college and made something of himself. That’s why I worked so hard. No.