I kneed him, he squealed and I skittered away while the small crowd gabbled. One called out, "Kill 'im, Buck." I noticed that more bets were being mad....Buck was big, but he was slow, so I was able to get in, punch him in the face and stomach and kick him somewhere at the price of getting elbowed or taking one swinging punch from his huge fist. The third time he hit me, I went down and got a mouth full of dirt, my head ringing, vision blurred. It was like a mule kick."Get up," several men yelled. She started shaking her head, eyes growing wider when her children agreed with this monster. She even saw the grin on her son's face and the realization of why dawned on her and she shook her head even more emphatically.Bobby looked at his mother shaking her head for a moment then got a stern look on his face as he said, "Mom. I don't want to stay in another homeless shelter. I don't want those smelly old men to touch me again. We have to do what Mr. Parker says." Yeah Mom," Kathy chimed in. All the while she was talking to me and I could slowly decipher a change in the tone of her voice. She was a bit breath less. I now was convinced that she was hot for me. I told her that instead of talking on phone it would be better to meet and talk. She hurriedly asked me to give her 5 minutes. She got up from the bed, adjusted her skirt and in those precious seconds I saw her shaven pussy and red thong lying on the bed. She was nude beneath her skirt. I saw her rush to her cupboard, open. Two things diminish it. Colds reduce it to nil, and he eats very lightly at my parents' house. So he joins his family at their late supper afterwards. Usually I do too, though I don't eat much.The Brennans were still at table when I put a sleeping Kitten on her quilt. I wandered into the kitchen and came back with a glass of milk. The family never seats more than four at the kitchen table, and that crowds it. After the first year of Bob's and my visits to my family, they moved the light supper.