Kimmie was Davie’s age, a petite fourteen-year-old redhead who had such a huge grin on her face. She was so happy now that she understood how much s...e loved my son.“Hi, Mom,” Kimmie said, licking her lips.I was about to open my mouth, when Melissa arrived. Naked.The skank was scarlet from head to toes with embarrassment as she raced across the football field, struggling to hide her round breasts and shaved-bare twat. Her black hair streamed behind her as she headed for the goalpost where. Mom countered that he snored so loud he still kept us awake, and that he’d have to move his, she said his, tent farther away tonight. You’d think hearing that I was to again sleep with my Mom would have produced a reaction below, but I was worn out. There was barely a twitch even as I watched Mom move about in just a long t-shirt, though she wore a swimsuit underneath.But I managed to revive on the slow paddle to the end of the fifth lake which we reached before noon. Mom had sprawled against. First, we had several hours of the Arizona hills to climb. I was pretty sure that I was working off some of that excess weight I had been having trouble getting off. Too much of my day back home was spent in a chair or behind the wheel of my minivan. The trip had been a really good experience for my body.The bikes would run like hell downhill, and even do up to thirty on the flat, but climbing any hill more than a block long started to bleed power from the engine. A long rocky mountain foothill. And I don’t think I’m missing out. Sometimes I don’t even know why I bother waking up in the morning. Seriously. It’s Winter 2011 and the sky outside is eternally gray and dull, reflecting my existence. I’ve lost interest in the things I would normally do, like going to the Saint Laurent Shopping Center or Rideau Mall to check out the hot chicks. I don’t feel like doing anything other than go to class, go to work and sleep. I can’t stand my landlord, an annoying Chinese guy named William. At.