The next few days were spent in the usual way when a family member dies: lots of family members coming together…crying…eating…laughing in the mi...st of grief…reconnecting. However, my father had died five years before and so my sisters and I were Mom’s main source of comfort.Then came the day of the funeral and several hours after that, at Mom’s house, my sisters pulled me aside. They told me that they both had to get home to their jobs, but, knowing that I was self-employed with a successful. "I'm toshow you how. I don't know why, but I don't ask." I understood.She filed my nails, and showed me how to do hers and my own. Sheshowed me how to paint them, not that it was hard. The paintmade them look even longer than they were. She took a brush andbrushed out my hair, and I did the same to hers, then she taughtme to plait, and french braid, and how to do my own hair. Thelessons continued across several days, at the end of each ofwhich we would display our work to one of the men, who. . No problem,” he responded with a weak smile.“Besides, I really did need some cock – badly – and I’d heard you with Delly before. She doesn’t scream like that when she’s playing for customers, so I knew you were doing something fun for her.”When his expression darkened upon hearing Delly’s name, Raven quickly added, “We’ll get the fuckers and make them pay.” She scooted over, giving him room to lie down.Mindblind collapsed onto the pallet, exhaustion seemingly taking control of every inch of. Her hands flew over the keys and the chapter drew to a very satisfactory close. Jan realized that in their entire marriage, Tim had never once shown enough interest to even read her stories, let alone make suggestions.Tim, she thought, what do I do? He was certainly not the lover of either Michael or Sheila and their interests, like her own, were varied and stimulating. Michael had shown her his jewelry workshop, still being set up, and his collection of semi precious stones out of which he had.