Brad looked at her and it was obvious she was trying not to cry. He felt really bad for her and he put an arm around her and kissed her on the cheek a...d said, "I’m so sorry, Cindy." Thanks, Brad. I miss him so much. I love Marsha too, but you know she’s not really even my mom. She’s my step-mom. She’s really nice, but it’s not the same," she said and then hugged him still trying not to cry.Brad hugged her to him. He wasn’t hard anymore. He truly felt bad for her. This was a genuine, caring hug.. I finally must have passed out from exhaustion for the next thing I remembered was the front door opening and closing and then Dana appearing in my bedroom."Good morning, Joannie. I bet you wish that I was putting on another strip show for you, but that will never happen as long as you are Joannie, you see I am not a lesbian, although there is still hope that you will become one. First things, first though, let's change your diaper and give you a new one."Dana approached the bed and pulled out. This was the callous, shallow world we seemed to live in. I had no intention of applauding her vanity. I opened another of her photos. This one was even more annoying. She was at the airport, and there was a pile of Louis Vuitton suitcases in shot. It was taken from her point of view and you could see she was holding a cocktail. Her bare feet were crossed as she used the luggage as a footrest. Her toes were freshly glossed with a french pedicure and there was not a wrinkle or dried skin in. “No,” Priya replied blushing and bending her head down.I was waiting anxiously in the room for her arrival. The room was filled with a scent of jasmine. The bed and its sides were decorated with flowers all over. I was really excited at the same time equally curious about my first night. I took an apple and ate it slowly to pass the slow moving time. It was almost past half an hour when I decided to go out and look out for pry.I was greeted by her fully decorated with flowers and jewels all.