"I'll do anything you want, and I mean anything." Just stay away from me Cindy," I said as she got off the bed and headed towards me."So you call my h...sband, Uncle John, but I'm just Cindy," she said. "Even the way you say "Cindy" sounds bad. It sounds like "Bitch" or "Whore" when you say Cindy, Justin. Why don't you ever call me Aunt Cindy?" Because you told me not to," I laughed. "You said you weren't MY aunt. Uncle John on the other hand, has always been kind and treated me well. He deserves. She had given him nothing else! "All muscle and no brain - typical of his kind!" had been her sardonically dismissive comment to her dear companion Martha as they had left the scene of carnage together.She certainly would not be so contemptuous about the new King, whose name she still did not know. He was not only brave, strong and marvellously handsome, but, more importantly, he was a man of character and intelligence. Yes! She should assuredly have come to his aid earlier, and felt increasing. Friday afternoon, I left the office early. When I let myself into the apartment, I saw immediately that Bette was taking this night out very seriously. The bathroom was still steamy when I stripped down and stepped under the shower. When I came out, Bette was standing in profile, leaning forward in front of the mirror over the dressing table, applying her make-up. I paused, absorbing the sensual profile Bette unconscious ly presented. She wore only her garters and patterned dark hose, which. We just chillen nd shyt smoking, his homeboy over ther brought some bars butt i didnt and i still dnt fuck whit that so i was like nah i stick whit my pot.His homeboy left nd it was just me and him so i needed to take a pist.The restroom door is infront of his room so when i got out of the restroom i saw him checkin him self at the mirror nd shyt i was laughing i remember i told him, " chill the fuck up nigga".He started laughin two tlkn bout he didnt notice i was there.So i went inside his.