All I know is that her dad died when she was six, she has no brothers, and the only male blood relative she has is an uncle she does not like.”“Th...t doesn’t matter. Why would you agree to do it? It’s completely inappropriate.”“I agreed because I like Mrs. Sanders. She asked me and I didn’t see anything wrong with it.”“Of course you didn’t. You never see anything wrong with anything! People will talk!”“Mom, I don’t care what people say. Mrs. Sanders asked me to do it and I did it.”“You had no. I made several new friends in high school, but outside of them I felt like a social outcast. I wasn't interested in girls and they weren't interested in me. I wasn't gay or anything like that, sex just didn't occupy my mind, not like it did almost every other guy in the school.At home, I watched the business begin to take its toll on my mother. By the time I was in my senior year, having just turned eighteen, she was just thirty-five years old but was beginning to look like an old woman. She. But she was really tired from the traveling. Her husband was also coming up soon, and he was tired as well. So she told me she’d come some other time. We said our goodbyes and went into our respective homes. A few days passed, and Anita and her husband Rajesh started to mingle more with us.They were really great people with an open-minded personality and a great sense of humor. We would often have coffee/tea together, sometimes even dinner. We’d gotten pretty close, especially me and Anita. She. He was wearing the outfit I gave him.Something was up with his hair.Get over here, baby. I said.He strutted over to me.Leaning down.I shook my hands through his hair.Making it look casual.Not like he just fucked a hair puller.Fine.Go to the front seat.Im driving. He nodded and got in.Hunter! Line up, douche. I was staring at him.When he got to the wall, I noticed a problem.Youre tattoos peeking out.You should never lat your tattoo peek out. I said fixing his shirt. He was staring down at me. I.