My legs were trembling and so were my hands when I entered the club and security stopped me, they made me check my knives(a habit acquired in my youth...being one of the only fairer skinned c***dren in the area) and then checked my coat. All the while the bouncer kept asking me “are you a.b, are you a.b , don’t make trouble or Im gonna fuck you up”, I answered in the negative that I was not a.b (Aryan b*****rhood, Astoria/L.I.C was a large skinhead enclave in my youth) and that I would indeed not. She flips the light off and stares out front windows on the city lights in the distance. In a way it really doesn’t matter to her that Jeff is gone. Their relationship ended years ago. She tends to the large house now vacated by their four children, except for Jamie who has always been a problem. Jamie is now a spoiled rich bitch barely surviving her second year in college. The other three children are older and didn’t experience the worst of the marriage. Now, they just blindly ignore the. But you are more beautiful and sexy than any of them, and that's why I want to fuck you too."Mother shuddered again, this time for a longer period."Come on, Mom, pleeeeease, and Bobby told me that he's fucked you already several times and that you are the most beautiful woman when you are naked ... and while Jimmy hasn't told me straight out that he fucked you he said many times how hot you are, and, well, you didn't raise me to be stupid."Mother's convulsions became much longer and this time. She would try to act the lady, conversing fluently in French with this mysteriously good-looking gentleman, and remember her etiquette, squeezing her lemon with the prongs of the fork, dipping the soup spoon away instead of towards you... those tiny, yet consequential vignettes of cuisine that separated the more sophisticated from the lesser. And when the Chateaubriand for two would be served, she would not stuff herself, though it had been two weeks since she'd anything as delectable as a.