Wang was told, in no uncertain terms, that the gravy train was over. She was given two choices: remarriage to a man or woman of my choice, which would...end the alimony for good, and she would simply keep aging normally. Much younger than Mr. Wang, she was still fifty years old and menopause had hit her like a ton of bricks. Being married to the man of my choice and dying middle-class (was there a middle-class left?) or working poor was not her idea of retirement.The alternative was to become a. I walked over to her a i was thanking all the family for my various presents. i asked her aunty, why are you walking funny?. i broke the bottom of my heel on the way in oh ok bet thats not very comfortable?. no it not, but we are in public so i have to wear my shoes she looked slightly embarrassed i had noticed but seem not to mind as it was hurting her. i suggested she walks around barefoot, but she refused as she was like my mum and took really good care of her feet properly more than my. I’m sure the woman new I was only fourteen and I loved the way she looked at me. I nodded. The woman came out from around the counter and I saw she was wearing a short skirt that showed off the luscious curves of her ass. She moved to the door turned over the “open” sign and then locked the door. She then took my hand and led me through a door to a small room in the back. There was a desk and an old couch with a blanket thrown over it. “You stand here beauty, I just want to look at you for a. I place my hands on the button of his pants and undo it. I slowly unzip, then lower them. I hear an audible sigh and know its because the thin layer of his boxers is the only thing between his cock and me. I look up at him and think, will he stop me? as I place my hands across the elastic of his boxers. I feel a strong, yet gentle hand on my own and look up at the steel eyes looking down on me. You dont have to. Its okay, he tells me. He smiles gently, removes his hand, and begins to step.