Was in the office – and feminine smiles were easy to come by in the hallways – no one had extended a social hand to me. ‘Well, you have now…an...�� you’re goin’ with me. Okay?’ Carolina asked, watching closely for a hint of hesitation. There was none. I’d never been a racist, and had enjoyed dating women of other ethnic groups for years. Aside from my Asian military experience and university social life, one of my most lustful memories centered on a coffee-colored cheerleader who had entertained me. I loved to look up my Mom's shorts when she would lay back to take a nap in the recliner. Depending on her position I could see a cheek of her ass and sometimes the hair sticking out of her panties. I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it. On our first night there, I went to my folk’s room across the hall to get a blanket. My Dad was in the shower my Mom was in her nightgown and reading on top of the covers. As she swung her legs to get out of bed her nightgown slid up her thighs exposing. He sat up, gasping with the pain. He looked around, utterly confused. This was not an elder bush, it was a flowering shrub like the ones in mum’s garden, a hydrangea. Through its leafy branches he could see that he was not in the Recreation Ground. This was a small, suburban back garden, with a lawn divided into two strips by a crazy-paving path. On either side of the lawn, scalloped flower beds, with small flowers at the front, taller shrubs behind. He looked up the garden in bewilderment, and. Phoebe had once even seen her mom's boss cowed whenhe returned from the printer with an order of office stationary thatClaire had deemed substandard. She was only this way with the peopleclosest to her, though. With strangers and casual acquaintances, she wasusually a lot more charming and deferential. "I don't care what thosepeople do or don't do," was the reason she gave for leaving others totheir own opinions and decisions, no matter how wrong-headed. Those sheloved and cared about, her.