“But, Dad,” I replied quietly. “It’s too much! Yeah, I know y’all want to travel and all, but you need some place to call home—some place,...when you get tired of roaming around all the time, where you can go to relax and decompress...”“Yep, we know that, son. That’s why we bought that house in the north part a’ the city. It’ll be there whenever we feel the need and, this is just between us three, your Mom and I ... well, we really don’t want this place no more.“We didn’t want to farm, or raise. Jimmy was in bed and asleep by the time his father got home, so he wasable to don his only pair of repaired trousers with his school uniformand leave on the bus before anyone was awake. Of course it meant he hadto go without breakfast, but that was a small price to pay, not to seehis father first thing. That day was Friday, a good day because he couldlook forward to a weekend without meeting his bullies, but bad in that,depending on his work shifts, he might see a lot more of his father. . Big sales weekend and all.Once all of us kids were in high school it became harder to get both families together, with young people being busy all of the time. In fact, since our first fuck I’d only seen Rachel once, at Christmas. Both families always got together for the holiday. We alternated back and forth and that year the party was at Rachel’s family’s house. Kelly was with us.Years later I fully realized that Rachel had never been a fan of clothes. She always wore as little as she could.. I'd never seen so much cleavage (outside of the internet). Moving upward I saw that her make up was carefully done, but also that she was staring back at me, with an amused expression."You've never seen me all done up before, have you?" she asked, traces of seduction and humour mixing with her British accent.It was then that I realised who she was, one of my regulars. Normally she dressed in casual clothes, usually a hoodie or t-shirt, with track pants or running shorts. Her black hair was.