Do you think Mr Froom in grade nine science would give me an extra credit?"Mr Creighton laughed and slapped me on the back. "You mean there is a class...you are not getting a hundred percent in?"I got close to him and talked low. "You have seen that I know how to machine and all the things a grade nine has to know to pass this year. You give me some freedom to pursue some studies that further research in metallurgy, metal fabrication and all the other things your class teaches. Mr Froom is, shall. That’s my brother ... our brother ... or sister out there somewhere, if alive. No body for burial. No grave. No tombstone. No ashes. No urn. I think that I will get the truth out of her, if nothing else. Does she still collect an annuity from the estate?” I wondered aloud.“Yeah, she does. As does your mother, Aunt Kelly. She’s on meds these days and putting up some semblance of normalcy, but she’s never too far from the nuthouse, if you ask me. Anyone who dates her is either ignorant or stupid. So I made my mind to begin from last one.I opened my desk box and took a face cream, squeezed out a handful of it, brought it to her backwards and put the finger in her butthole. Waw, her hole squeezed my finger, she began moving her ass in time with movements. She was enjoying all that lying outstretched on the desk with red face and biting the lips. She was surely indulging this enjoyment….In a course of time I noticed her leaking onto my hand; I pulled out my finger, grasped her at hips, and. We lived in the same house but we were not related in any way. This was achildren's home where many boys and girls came and went depending ontheir circumstances. Some of us were lifers. By that I mean we expectedto stay there until we reached the official adult age of eighteen.Anyway, one day my urges seemed to get the better of me and I sneaked into Rosie's bedroom and stole a lovely pale yellow dress with a flowerprinted pattern adorning it. Being the clever rogue I thought I was I hidit in a.