Mother wasn’t up yet, but that was hardly surprising. I found the ingredients for an omelet and cooked that up with a stack of toast, jam on the sid.... I made a jug of tea. I piled all of it onto a breakfast tray and headed back upstairs.I crawled onto the bed beside mom. The bedsheet was at her waist and her nightgown had slipped off her shoulder, half exposing her breast. It was so beautiful. I could clearly see her large, pink colored nipple. I pulled myself together and placed the toast. " I settled a little and eased my throbbing dick back into my pants and turned around to see who was talking to me. I was struck by the figure who stood before me. He was a white guy with a shaved head. He stood 5 inches taller than me and his white tee shirt was taut against his well-muscled and cut frame. He had dark eyes, hair and sported a five o'clock shadow. He must have been in his late twenties or early thirties but goddamn he was handsome. I was a little dumbstruck and my heart skipped. My father always reminded me that I was his first born and thus he had gifted me the throne but it wasn't until he laid in his bed, dying, that realized it was not his gift to give. I could have, just as easily, been born to two serfs that toiled and instead of inhetiting a crown, I would have inherited a plow and a debt. The gold that surrounded my father and the piles of expensive jade and frankensence that rich men had sent to ease his suffering could not help him breathe, nor could the. With that information in police hands, a police plant approached Mum for a dance at the club. It took the policeman three visits before he could crack a transaction with James. James was arrested for living off prostitution. Unfortunately Mum was also charged with prostitution, but her sentence was to attend a drug rehabilitation centre. Jo's cop friend said that the DNA with which he was hoping to trace James's drug dealing with, did not work. Legislation for a register of drug dealers had not.