"It's like this," Mr. Wilson laughed, "I know that you've probably been shoved from home to home, you've had to share rooms or been stuck in the worst...room, any kid would be rebellious after that. I know, I've been there. Here's the proposition, you be yourself, if we can get along for six months Mona and I will apply for adoption, does that sound fair enough to you?"I was gob-smacked; I was being offered a permanent home if I could behave myself for six months. Now I knew I was dreaming, but I. He straightened his clothes when he got up from the bed and slipped into his shoes real quick. He glanced into the bedroom dresser mirror than made his way out into the front room. As son as he entered the room he saw a man sitting on the sofa. A black man. The black guy stood up looking at Keith and extended his hand out before Michelle even had a chance to introduce them. “Hi, I’m Michelle’s boss. Peter.” He said to Keith as he shook Keith’s hand. “I’m Keith. Nice to meet you.” Keith kind of. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, barely covering her pussylips, and transparent, so he could see her cunt pulsing with her need. He looked around the pool and found several women staring at him. One interested him, a tall redhead in her mid-twenties. She was only wearing a bikini bottom made of netting, oversized sunglasses, and stripper heels. Unlike Lisa, however, she had a very small landing strip of pussy hair. Construct commented, “Lord, she has much of the ancient blood in her. You. He broke up with me.”“What? Get out! Why the hell would he break up with you?”“He’s an asshole, I don’t know.”“He is an asshole. But what did he say?”“He said he just wasn’t that into it. And that he didn’t think I was into it, either. He’s probably right. I mean, all the guy does is play video games and sleep. If I’m being honest, I was bored most of the time I was with him.”“Well, then it’s good you broke up. Even though he’s a moron to break up with you for any reason.”“Thanks, Randy. I.