Are you finding a cure for cancer or AIDS?” ‘Where’s your social conscience?’ is what I was saying.“That’s a tough problem, better left to...people smarter than I am. I just sell what they develop.” What? Was that a hint of false humility I detected? He didn’t add ‘at grossly overpriced profit margins.’“You must sell a lot of it to vacation down here in Belize. I had to save a year for this little trip. This is a vacation, isn’t it? Or are you selling drugs?” I whispered.“Mostly ... Let’s say a. What are you thinking about Davey? Oh nothing Sis. OMG, how could I think that? My own sister? Day Dreaming Dave, I hope it was about me? Laughed Mary. Jogging along. Dave, you were watching my ass, you like it? Mary turned and Ran backwards. Now you can watch something else? Little Brat, You are a tease. Oh ya, you aint seen nothing yet big Brother. In the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge. Davey get me one? No you dont, not for a few years for you! Mom! Not old enough to drink but. I'm at my aunties councilhouse. I don't like it much, but I never let on. Looking back I'm suremy disdain was obvious, the sallow scruffy tone of her home needled me!I was such a snob then, my farther had instilled irrelevant ideas ofstation and position! Snobbish ideas that I later realised wereridiculous.After a year of intense bickering my mother and farther had eventuallyseparated and sold our family home. This led to my mother grudginglyhaving to take us to live with her parents, until she. Paying close attention to where my father kept the keys to that camp, I used to grab the keys and let myself into the cabin. Not wanting to get caught in the camp, I would grab a couple magazines at a time and go in the woods to carefully examine all the beautiful tits and legs (they did not show pussy shots yet) This went on for years. At first I was too young to even get a boner but that eventually changed and I would masturbate in the woods sometimes even twice a day. The dirty magazines.