If they are the reason for the problem, that is a good thing. If on the other hand they are merely commenting on the problem it has a decidedly negati...e effect. I must have looked like a barber pole from the blood trying to decide where it wanted to be. It was all I could do to keep my balance as I walked up to them. Susan just casually backed out of the driveway as if nothing had happened.I tried to remain as nonchalant as possible as I reached them, saying, "Good afternoon ladies. And how are. Books were her passion, she loved the thought of far off lands and adventure, but she could only indulge at school during her lunch hour. Sometimes when she knew Ruth would be away from the house for a while, she would sneak down to the public library to read for a couple of hours. At home she was the good little girl her aunt wanted her to be never daring to bat an eyelash without her aunt’s permission, that was until the her senior year in high school, and the day she met Mike Black. He was. That idiot bastard packed a dick that was nearly ten inches long and far too fat to even suck on, though she gave it hell every chance she got. No Mark wasn’t the best bet for her. What he lacked in brains though, he made up for in sex. He was the proverbial trophy husband of sorts…only she wasn’t the bread winner by any means. She’d taken on a few jobs here and there during the last two years, but most played out or she got sick of them and fucking quit. Lounging around the house…probably. I sometimes wondered if that orgasm resounding through my wall would be the beginning of a new little baby brother or sister, but it was never meant to be. Disappointed then for some unknown reason, and never expecting that Mom would be taken from us, it thus became a mixed blessing for me to know after Mom died that I alone would be the person for Daddy to love, to hold, to care for.Back on my bed, regardless of which male might at the moment be behind my closed eyelids – that male often.