One weekend as usual i watched the little one, as my step-mom got drunk and got her nails done- until sabrina's ex came over to pick up her daughter ...or the weekend-- when they took off i had nothing to do- so i went in tonthe kitched where the 2 ladies were chatting. Pour us some more mudslides hun, Sabrina said to me- yes ma'am I said. When i said that ,Sabridna howled like a 30 year old cougar-"i like the sound of that" she purred- my stepmom only lauged.They kept feeding me sips here and. His dark brown hair was short but grown out so that it touched the collar of his shirt. All I could think about was running my hands through his hair it was so silky looking I knew right then opening the door was the worst thing I could have done. His face and arms were tan by the sun his arms were so big I felt as if he could bench press me if he felt the need too. It didn’t take him long to feel that was some kind of invite to come in to my room as he stepped pass me and went straight to my. Pat’s heart dropped in his chest. He was sure that itwas Alissa when he heard her laugh and giggle. It wasvery distinctive. It was an unforgettable trait thathad always annoyed him, but now he found quiteendearing.Pat had a pretty good spot on where they entered thetree line and made his way towards it. At the treeline, he noticed an obvious path and followed itdown. Towards the end of the trail he could see asimilar shelter to the one they were in the dayprevious. Pat could also hear. Uncle Drake’s eyes bugged out, and his mouth was open. I started giggling too.“Girls...” he finally managed. “This is not funny. And your language is most ... unladylike.” He shook his head, but I could see a slight smile on his lips.“Uncle Drake,” said Hope, “you should have seen your face!”“It’s not every day that I hear a confession of that magnitude,” he said, shaking his head some more.“Uncle Drake, I love Hope, and she loves me,” I said. “We’ve made out for years, since we were little.