The driver was tall, very black, and quite handsome and around thirty years old, I would guess. He made small talk asking where we were from and if we...had ever been to Jamaica before. I explained we had never there, but was really looking forward to our stay. I could see he was watching Gloria in the mirror, as he slowly drove us to the villa. He was obviously quite taken with her. There was no mistaking that. I was a bit jealous, but at the same time, a bit turned on by thinking about what he. She gestured my way, though it was clear that she was speaking to my father, “...down on his knees, sucking that boy, Billy’s dick like a two-bit whore.” I was horrified. I thought sure I’d locked my bedroom door. “Tommy,” (Greta was the only person I’d ever heard call my father Tommy, rather than Tom) “ I’ll tell ya, he didn’t spill a drop, or that Billy boy don’t pop a real big load yet, but which ever way it was, your boy sure did love drinking down whatever he got.” I wanted. I ran to the bathroom, cleaned up, after coming back while putting my clothes on, I asked him “what was the problem with your bed anyway?”We both laughed loud as his answer came “nothing at all, the bed proved to be perfect, I just seemed not to know how to use it correct” As I was ready to leave, he hugged and kissed me again on the lips and slipped something in my pocket, I knew it was money, I tried to act like I was refusing, he smiled saying, “these are your tips, but do you promise to. The receptionist was more eager to help this time and I was very polite. Mr Driscoll came out and invited me into his office. "What can I do for you today Master Boz?" I came to inquire into the status of the tests I took sir." The tests were completed Tuesday and I was hoping to get enrolled at a university before too long. What is the hold up?"Surely you don't expect us to drop everything and just mark your papers. You yourself said the we had to be very careful as to how it were done."I.