She’s not depressed.“Most of the time your mother functions normally. Just every so often she gets into this state of mind where she finds it hard...to tell the difference between what is important and what isn’t. A major episode usually lasts anything up to three or four days. Then she goes back to normal.”“How come we’re only finding out about this now? If Mum has had this thing, this mental illness thing all her life, how come you’re only telling us now?” I asked.“The major episodes don’t. Indian summer is horrible and she was sweating... indirectly displaying her bra and navel in the wet, thin salwar. I felt like doing "it" right there but don wanna end up in the prison at 23 years of age.She turned and smiled. I smiled back. "What is your favourite dessert and color?" she asked. "Any chocolate desserts and blue" I replied spontaneously."hmmmm" she moaned and the door bell rang. She tried walked to the door for answering, but the path from the kitchen to hall is a narrow path. He kept pissing for what seemed like forever. Then he said, relax and enjoy the feeling of having a full ass whore. I am staying in your ass for a while, so my hot piss works its magic on your ass. He just stays inside of me for several minutes, not moving because he doesn't want any of his hot piss to come flowing out before he wants it to. As a matter of fact, he shoves himself in farther to keep a nice tight plug in my ass. Then he leans over, pulls my head back by my hair once again and. The little girl didn’t seem to mind. She was happily trying to grab at my fingers I had moving around in front of her face to distract her.“How did you know that? You don’t look even old enough to drive, much less have any medical training,” she asked me.I smiled as I told her, “Technically I’m not old enough to drive. I’m fifteen. I got my driver’s license a year early after passing all courses at a tough professional driving school, versus driving around cones in a parking lot when I turned.