Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running ar...und and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom was done. She packed all of us kids up. Put us into the car. We were leaving. The sins of the father had pushed her to her breaking point. She was. Nothing was working for me and I wanted to do something immediately. I waited for an opportunity and it came within a week as mu mom and dad were going out of town for a function. told my maid to come early on that day as I have to go out. I brought sleeping pills from my friend and mixed it in our water jug.As expected she drank water and I was waiting for her to dizzle down. She went to clean bathroom and there she fell down as I heard noise of bucket tumbling. I went to her and brought her. Olga began, "A little lactation started, the medicine works well, so next week I'll have about a half gallon of milk for you. If the divorce papers are ready you could leave her for us."I intervened, "I'm very curious about this."She smiled at me and said, "I hoped you would be!"We laughed a little and I thought I would never be bored with such a woman as Olga, who had a wonderful cheerful personality."You'll live in the guest room for two weeks, because the girls need to get used to you. I'll. And living alone my house really doesnt get too dirty.I clean it myself pretty easily.But there is something you can do for me if your willing.She had no Idea i had a fetish for shit play and have been engaging in s**t all my life.i especially like older women and she fit the bill perfectly.She assumed I was going to ask for sexual favors and cut me off..I am not a prostitue I wont trade sex for your services I didnt mean that she said.Oh I understand... Mrs White I wasnt thinking of sex. Oh.