"Speaking. This is Frank Mays I presume?" Yes. How did you know it was me, have we met?"I laughed. "Frank we have only met in our dreams." You know ab...ut the dreams?" Yes I know about both of your dreams. The last one I helped give you, so we could talk about the first one. When are you due to get out of the hospital?" If all goes well Tuesday, normally they would keep me longer I think, but with all the stuff going on, well, you know." Yes I know, much more than I would like to. Frank as soon. ”Kelly laughed. “I’ll show you your room and then we can make something to eat, I’m starving.”Salma and Kelly had been friends since junior high when Salma moved into the sleepy seaside town. She was from Colombia and had moved there with her mother who had married an American man she had met through work. They had lived a few years in her country of birth until her step father’s contract had run out and they decided to move to the States.Coming from a Catholic all girl’s school it was hard for. Gene's parents had him young. Married too young. Split up not much later. Gene had been with his Mom as a young kid, but one day she dropped him off at his father's apartment and left. That's got to have an effect on a kid. If asked Gene would say, "Dad says she left to be an actress or a dancer. On stage somewhere. She sends me a card for my birthday. Most of them at least."I felt bad for Gene, when I thought of it. But who thinks of these things when you're a kid. As teens there's always the. “Slut, tell her who owns you,” I instructed, copying Olivia’s earlier words used on my mother.Without looking up, she answered, “You do, Mistress.”“Look at the other slut when answering,” I demanded.“How dare you?” Katrina’s mom said, standing up.“Sit down, cunt-licker,” I ordered, putting my hands on her shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed. “By the way, nice tits for an old hag.”“Fuck you,” she glared, beginning to get up again.“Oh trust me, I intend to,” I promised playing with her.