Since I was looking everywhere but up into mother's face, she carefully knelt down onto my hardwood floor directly before me. It was an odd position b...t I was in such a humiliated mood that I did not give it another thought."Look at me honey... please?"There was a strange quality in her voice, gentle rather than maternal. I turned my face and looked her right in the eye - brown like the hair on her head."I want you to know I love you okay?" She said this so firmly, so anxiously that it took me. I got into fights constantly and developed a reputation as someone who was distant and not to be messed with. Never once did my mom ask why I had been in the fights or why I did what I did. I did everything I did for her. I never got into fights over petty things, but when someone made a pass at my mom, they regretted it. Cutting was my way of escaping the pain of knowing that all I was, was a reminder to my mother of my father, and as a disappointment to her for all the things I did. I found. "Well either way, I'm up to help ya if you're in need of a bird's wing." As she walked down the hall, Jay called out, "You know my other rule!" "'We don't talk about our 'business meeting' the next day! Or ever!'" Steph called back as she exited the hall to the elevators. Jay chuckled to himself again. Steph was always fun, and her pussy was no fucking joke. But now that she was out of the way, and that by the light conversation that she was still cool with being friends, his mind finally began. Maybe it's seeing all the other people on the road, or sitting there with nothing to do. Whatever it is, I can't help it. We were just recently married, so I didn't see any harm in it. Just like so many other girls have done, I took my shirt off in the car. There wasn't even anyone coming, but he got royally pissed off! Aww, he was young and jealous! So I put my shirt back on. However, it didn't take long before he admitted to me that, however strange it seemed to him, it was a huge.