”That parting was one of the toughest I’ve ever had. I considered him, his family, and his friends as my family too. I drove home to Miami with so...e sad thoughts until I decided to attack the man I thought so much of. I dove into Steve’s head and told him how great he was. I told him he would be my flying buddy forever.I heard him laughing as I deluged the man with my mental powers. Mercy told me to stop as Steve was having too much fun with my mental happiness.I told each of Sal’s three girls. The contents in that book were written in faded hieroglyphs, utterly incomprehensible to anyone who wasn't literate in First Speak. Naturally, the bookseller couldn't make head or tail of it. First Speak has seventy-two alphabets. There are eight different ways of pronouncing the vowels alone but thankfully the consonants remained constant. It's millenniums older than Sanskrit. In fact, the Sanskrit alphabet is a simplification of the First Speak alphabets.I developed this skill, learning all. Since that day, I saw Jay's mom in a different way, a day or two later I go to get water while Jay's in his room, his siters are there on the laptop, I see his mom heading to the kitchen and notice her amazing ass, she wears tight workout sweats and thongs so when she comes up to me asking if I'd like water, it's obvious i'm looking at her camel toe, she catches me and smiles. Later on in the week Jay has a court date, I accompany y him and his mom whom got riled up with Nina over borrowing. Amusement danced in his eyes. “You all know each other?” he asked. “We saw him once, in a cove down the coast a little,” the first woman said. “He didn’t look his best.” The other one laughed, a delightful, ringing laugh. “Have a seat,” Steve said, sliding over to make room for one of them. “I’d like to hear more about this.” The first woman, blond, green-eyed, slim but rounded in the right places, sat down next to Steve. The other one, taller, brunette and dark-eyed, more voluptuous.