“Good Morning Jason, Jaden.” She murmured to it before fixing her green t-shirt and plaid button up, leaving it open and tied around her midsectio.... Sighing did little good these days but she did it anyway. She knew it wasn’t long before she cracked, maybe even today, with the thoughts she had been having. There was no skirting around the issue here. Dorinda was depressed. For a 5 foot 3, black woman, 21 years old and soon to be mother of two she didn’t act like it. Like most people she tried. She saw him giggling as he joked about her having a drinking problem. So she just decided to take her top off. This was Tracy. There she rode for a short while in just her bright pink bra. Tracy had nice C cups. Tom just looked over at her and just stared. Tracy reminded him to watch the road. She also caught him looking at her. She decided to cool him and poured the rest of her water over his head and neck. Tom finally stopped. He was overheating, so to speak. He bent over and began to kiss. I promise.”He nodded and turned back to his woodwork. I went upstairs to find Mom and Becky sitting in the living room, laughing.“I need to leave for church,” I announced.“We’ll see you when you come home again,” Mom said.She got up, we hugged, and she kissed me on the cheek. She left the room, leaving Becky and me alone.“Did your dad get on your case?”“It wasn’t about you, really. Don’t worry about it.”“I guess this is ‘goodbye’?” Becky said softly.I nodded and held out my arms. She melted. I mean I think it meant I was more than just a meal-ticket to her. Dad's idea of watching and not talking to much seemed to work, these three weren't just fucking me, they were trying to be nice to me. Even Janie had a birthday card for me, when I opened the envelope, I found a hand drown card, when you opened it showed a drawing of a hammer on one side, and a cherry on the other, Janie had written in big letters, "ONE MORE MONTH!" Well that sure got a laugh and a hug and a kiss, which Janie.