As usual I have asked M for more detail. One of her irregular fucks was a bloke called Wesley. Apparently he used to call round to her bedsit now and ...hen, like all her boyfriends at the time he was black. On this particular day M was in bed when her doorbell rang, it was about 7am and she dozing before she had to get up and get ready for work. Anyway Wes was at the door and she let him in. She was only wearing a night shirt but it was down to her knees. he had come round because he had left a. Finally! She rounded on me again before I reached the handle of the door. Somehow she wriggled her way between me and my truck. Her eyes were cold and accusatory as they looked up at me. ‘Jeffery Austin Pierson, why are you running from this conversation?’ ‘I’m running from you,’ I exclaimed before I could stop myself. The look of pain that shot across Lacey’s face cut into my heart like a jagged knife. ‘God, Lacey, I’m sorry, I,’ ‘No, you know what, Jeff? This was a dumb idea. I’m sorry for. They're damn sure not on a diplomatic mission." Oh, I know it, but it's like some cheap science fiction movie or something. It's still hard to believe." Then why are you shivering?" he teased. "And what about this, my Sister? Is this real?" he said as his lips touched hers. He originally meant for the kiss to get her mind off her worries, and it started out with just a light touch, but she wrapped her arms tightly about her brother and crushed her mouth to his, her tongue seeking entrance.. "You're wearing it," my mom tells me in a very stern voice, onethat would make any son fearful. With that she walks behind me holding abag. "Hold still," she says to me as she crouches down. She lifts my leftfoot, slides something underneath, and then my right foot to do the same.I'm dumbstruck looking at the dress. I'd fantasised about wearing a dresslike that but I don't want it now that it's about to happen. I snappedback to reality as I feel my mom sliding something up my legs. I lookdown.