My mother made sure there were many photos of him around, so I would not forget him, ever.My father passed away when I was three, lasting slightly lon...er than the doctors gave him. My mother was distraught but was and still is a strong woman. For quite a while she didn’t date, instead, making sure my education and well-being came first.I was a good student and by the time I was ten, I was far ahead of most of my class. My mother decided it was time for her to go back out into the dating world. And soon. I was even open to suggestions. My three priorities were Wounded Warriors, returning veterans, and children. My goal was to give people a hand up, not a handout.“Poor people” didn’t excite me so much since far too many of them are responsible for their own predicament because of choices they made. If it affected children, I’d assist the family to help the children, but only by offering the adults a job with housing, whatever food we grew and raised, and medical benefits--just like all. Frankie then lets her skirt drop, surprisingly revealing a PPG Thong. She grabs a robe and heads into her bathroom. Mac takes this chance to make his escape. He slowly crawls out from under her bed and sneaks over to her door, making sure not to make a sound. He grabs the doorknob when Frankie walks back in the room. She’s wearing the robe, but it’s open enough to reveal her luscious breasts. “Almost forgot my hairbrush and…MAC!!!”She turns her back to him, and closes her robe, hiding herself.. Several papers hadour bank account information on them and I was to sign on the linesthat were previously highlighted in yellow. Sheila stated it wasnothing more than the bank's requirements to remove my name from allof the accounts. The titles to my two vehicles were in there as well.I was to sign them over as open titles so that they could be bothsold.I was distraught at the thought of losing my R.V. and my truck. "Howam I to get around with out a vehicle?" I asked. Sheila said that isnot as.