My mother's lack of concern didn't help. Nor did the kids at school, who started calling me "four-eyes" and "spec". Kids who wore glasses on tv and in...movies were always portrayed as anemic, brainy misfits. The glasses made me feel ugly and deformed. I hated them.That Easter morning I carried, safely hidden in a zippered pocket inside my quilted carcoat, the latest of three letters from Martha. I kept her mail in a folder with my schoolbooks, not because they contained intimate material, but. Her mum was very different,about 5.2,mid 40s,blonde short hair,had some weight on her, very talkative,and,very open,in the summer she loved to where short skirts,low cut tops,with some quit big tits,from what i could see.Her sons,are not part of this story,as moved out to live with there dad about four months after me and my mum came to live in the house.Things went on as they do,until a left school at 16,and had all summer before i went to college in the nearest town,my mum was out at work all. And even if she does, there is no way things can go back to the way they were. A few weeks of silence while she figured things out, I could understand, especially if she talked to me and said she needed time. But it’s going on three months now.”“What do you need from me, Yankee?” she asked softly.“Just what you’re doing. Just love me, Peaches. Just be here for me.”“I love you more than anything, Steve. I hope you know that. Nobody’s ever made me feel like you do, and I’m not talking about. If you don't want to tell, just say no. No lies, okay?" Okay. Wife?" Nope," I said. "Divorced four years ago. She left with a high school sweetheart. Living in California with new husband and our daughter." Daughter?" Yeah. Terri will be seven this year. Have her a month in the summer. Might fly her in for Christmas or Thanksgiving, IF the ex will submit to such horrors. You want to know what's sad?" What's sadder than that?" Tina asked."She had complications during the pregnancy and delivery.