"I don't believe it," Brent said as he walked into the kitchen. "How old are you and where have you worked?"I looked down and then looked up to see Wa...ne and Bruce looking at me. "I'm nineteen. I spent about seven months at a ski resort in Wyoming before moving to Mississippi to spend three months working at an old seafood diner. That's it, unless you count the parties and barbeques I cooked for during high school."Bruce paused for a moment. "Wait, you ain't got no formal training?"I shrugged.. This had to end today. Sunil, my son came home today without his shoes for the fourth day straight. I’ve been asking him why he’s losing his shoes, and he’s been coming up with lame excuses, avoiding the name of his bully.“You’re being bullied, aren’t you?” I asked him.“Mommy, no. That’s not…” “Shut up, I know. Look at your eyes. You definitely came home crying. Tell me who he is. I’ll go talk to him,” I said.“Mom, it’s nothing…”“It’s not nothing. Tell me who he is right now, or. “I’ll probably fall asleep in the shower if I’m not careful. See you two later. I’ve got a real early start tomorrow so I’ll be hitting the hay straight out of that bathroom. That young Tracey guy gave me way too much of a good time. And I’m blaming that all on you, young lady. I hope it’s not going to be like this every night now that you’ve started at BSC!”Vanessa watched her mom’s naked ass disappear out of the lounge room as she said in reply, “No, mom. It won’t be like this all the time.. Their eyes met and Callie felt her face getting red so she quickly looked down at her coffee cup.“Excuse me, miss, but the restaurant is quite crowded and I was wondering if you would mind sharing a part of your table with me?” It was a deep voice with a honey sweet southern accent.Looking up, she saw it was the man she'd been fantasizing about. "No, please, have a seat.”He slid into the other side of the booth and stuck out his hand. “I am Doug LaSalle.”“Callie Martin,” she answered back,.