I didn’t tell my uncle that of course.We drove East from Escanaba to Manistique along U.S. Highway 2 as we had done every summer when I came to visi.... It was a sixty-mile drive along the shore of Lake Michigan. My uncle told me it was a pathway that had existed for centuries, having been a trail used by Native Americans even before our nation existed. It definitely had that feel to it too. The scenery was beautiful with dark green pine trees growing in immense national forests and frequent. .. MANDY!" he shouted making me jump."Mr Rogers, Please do not shout like that." Sorry Mandy, could you take Mark down for a drink in the canteen whileI sort things out?" Certainly, but you had better say goodbye to Sue and Phil, Mark as theyhave to go soon."I stood up and hugged my foster parents."Thank you for looking after me." That's OK, honey I hope things work out for you," said a tearful Sue."Good luck son," said Phil shaking my hand and then hugging me.I left them with Mr Rogers I made. She felt kind of guilty for me losing my brother so she spent lots of money on me and lots of time with her women group meetings that she had in the downstairs living room because it was so big. { my mom name is selvi and she was 35 years old and she had big titties size 36 and a perky ass.}It was the start of summer holiday and I was glad to be out of school because every year I would go to summer camp with my friends. But this year my mom said she couldn’t afford it but the truth was she. Instead, I looked into those beautiful hazel eyes and without speaking gave Jill the answer she desperately needed.For long moments I just looked deep into her soul, feeling her pain and regret, letting her know I was hurt and angry but that I forgave her and that we’d get passed this thing.Reading and feeling my response, slowly I could feel the tension and stress ebbing out of Jill’s body, and I gave her the softest of kisses on her soft red lips. A kiss of real love and partnership, rather.