Even before she started to speak, I noticed several troubling things. First, even though she had tried her best to cover them with makeup, her face, e...pecially under her left eye, was discolored and swollen and her lip was a little puffy. Secondly, her eyes were red, it was apparent that she had been crying.“Michelle, what’s wrong?”“John, I broke up with my boyfriend last night.”“I’m so sorry to hear that; did you have a fight?”“You could say that. John, you know me better than anyone; I’m an A. They got out and went to a basement door of a moderately large old house. Theresa knocked a tattoo to gain entrance. The older woman who opened it smiled at them. “Aren’t you lovely,” she said to Karissa.“Thanks,” Karissa smiled back.The woman’s smile changed to a frown and she sighed, her hand lifting and gently stroked through Karissa’s black hair. “Lovely,” she murmured again. “But we can’t just put a wig on you. Your eyebrows will still show your true color. I think we can get away with. My assumption that he was merely stopping to pick up something before continuing to the main house was proved unfounded when he came around and opened the door for me. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Brad’s in Europe. He’ll be back tomorrow. He told me to take care of you tonight.’ My disappointment must have been obvious. ‘Don’t be so sad,’ Jefferson grinned. ‘It’s dinner just for the two of you tomorrow. And I’ll do my best to keep your mind occupied tonight.’ Which he did. Methodically plundering my. I nervously said, “Okay, alright.” He then drove me to a college party. He introduced me to everyone as the “son of that MILF I’m fucking.” I felt belittled. The following day, mom broke the news to me that she and Ryan were “dating, but nothing more.” She wanted to know if I was okay with it. I told her that I was totally “cool” with it. She was so delighted to hear me say that. Her bight eyes expressed to me that she really liked him. I felt good. I was assisting with my mom’s wellbeing and.