Lizo was fourteen ... a young looking fourteen, who Irina met because he was one of her students in an art class she taught in spring term. A gorgeous...boy, according to her and also according to Izamar, who had met him. At the end of the term, when the students were leaving the final class session and saying their goodbyes to each other and to the teacher, Lizo came up to her and hugged her, whispering, "Give me a hug, Ms. Irina." He pressed his cheek to hers and then gave her a quick peck of a. We paid and entered the theater. It was quite dark, but I could see there where maybe 15 guys there, most sitting, but maybe 5 black men standing against the wall jacking off. My wife was the only female in the theater. I could tell my wife was uneasy, so I took her by the hand and led her to the front of the theater. We sat down and immediately a bunch of guys took up seats in front of us, behind us, and one black stud sat right next to my wife. She whispered to me she wanted to leave. I told. ...as mom changed her clothes dad asked if i would mind going out for an hr while mom took her test and instea=d of me grading her he would i said i wouldnt mind an asjked if there was anything i could do for them before i left dad said bring us a bottle of liquor as paul and i well be needing it through out the night with that i turned and left but wondered what thet were up to but i knewi would be told by paul so i left then he reminded me of the things he wanted to do to her and te things he. Aunt Wendy, I very much doubt. She’s gone full-blown man-hater ever since she broke up with Daddy/Uncle Troy. I think that the truth is that she loved him most of all and hated him for it. That would explain why she never moved on and found another man. Her love wasn’t healthy. It was toxic, fearful of society’s disapproval, at times jealous and even possessive, often obsessive, you name it, it was that. Whatever happened to the baby, no one knows. Not even the sex of the infant. Aunt Wendy.