My father used to visit us once in a month as he worked in a neighboring state, but we never felt out lack of support as men were always around becaus... of mom. I remember Sachdeva uncle and Verma uncle dropping and picking me from my school in turns and in return they got a close view of Mom. Mom occasionally let them touch her accidently and they were happy that way only. I never felt Mom offering them beyond.I discovered while all the men were generous towards her and looked for opportunities. After work, I go into action and drive to a fast food place, deciding that I will desecrate a Chik-Fil-A Cookies & Cream milkshake as I fantasize. As soon as I have the shake in my hot little hands, I go to my car for some privacy. I cup the cup in my hands as if I were holding his balls, gently stroking it. My teeth grab the cherry stem and hungrily I eat the sweet fruit and twist the stem into a knot. I flick my tongue and lick up the whipped cream. Oh so much cream! I have to use my finger. ”“Great, still have room to dance,” Mary said looking around the ball room.“I doubt anyone has danced here in a very long time,” Kelly said, “This place has a haunted house vibe.”“Maybe,” Mary said looking at a painting of two angels over the door way to the library, “Why didn’t we set up in the library?”“Too narrow with the book cases,” Emiko said, “Besides there is a desk in there I can set up with an all in one for private meetings for you.”“Good,” Mary said as she went to the door and. I didn't think you'd be mad with me. It was just that it was the top shirt in the box they moved your extra clothes to." There were tears forming in her eyes and her fingers were fumbling as she tried to work the buttons. I reached out my hands and stopped her."No, don't. I'm sorry, really. I shouldn't be so mean. It's just that this shirt is very special to me. I was wearing it at Tiger Stadium last year when Mickey got his 150th home run. We were right next to the batter's box and he let me.