"We're already leaving?," I asked.He smiles, "No, we're not leaving yet." I was a little confused but followed him to a closed door that lead to the b...sement. We walked down and I saw 2 guys sitting on an old couch and then Jake along with 3 other guys taking their clothes off. I stopped and laughed nervously. "Uhh... What the hell is going on?"Ryan kisses me, smiles, and says, "You said you wanted me to be your pimp." He points at the 4 naked guys who are laying out a mattress, "They paid me. Mom gave him a sultry smile and came near the bed and then climbed up on him. Mom then started kissing dad; he pulled her nighty up a bit and gave her ass a squeeze. Mom had her arms wrapped around his neck and dad’s around mom’s body. Mom continued kissing dad, while he was moving his hand around mom’s body and feeling her body. Mom then pulled dad t shirt off and then threw it on the floor, and again started kissing him, dad was creasing and squeezing her ass. Mom now took her nighty off and. No, not like that. The bus is packed. Soccer moms. White guys with Black women. Asian guys with Hindu chicks. Fat white women with skinny Black guys. Hijab-wearing Arab women in loose shirts and tight pants talking on their cell phones. Middle-aged white people dressed in business attire, your prototypical Ottawa government workers. All the flavors of my new city. As I stand there and wait for the bus to get to Hurdman, my phone starts to vibrate. It’s an imitation Blackberry, a piece of crap. 'You do look perfect princess,' I heard Caireen say.I was the picture perfect toddler and tiara girl, but wasn't fake withit. I looked like I legitimately belonged to a royal family and wasbeing taken somewhere formal with the family. The tiara shone from myhead and I couldn't help but smile at how pretty I was. I turned aroundand hugged Mom. "Thank you for doing my hair." Well, in the future we'll have to do something different with yourtiara. It's not a formal enough style. Let's go down and.