Those few times when she started crying, she told me she was ready to throw up if you hadn't left. Not that she wanted to throw up but that her body w...uld do it because you were so close to her."She doesn't like it, Jackie. She's not doing it because she wants to. It's a survival thing for her. She can see what she's doing and she hates to do it but she can't help it. She wants nothing more than to hug you and let you try to make it better. But right now, she can't." So what am I supposed to. ' so he decided to put on some shorts as well. He apologize againBruce apologized again and gave me a smile saying ' ... I'll pour another beer and get the washer going. While your clothes are washing I can show you some moves and see how well you pick them up. Now you gonna have do your best to pin me as we practice, OK ... '. I told him about the shorts he said 'don't worry, your clothes will be done in about a hour and half. I gave him my clothes he offered me the beer, I drunk about half of. The room was painted an institutional off white. Her lip curled. Small but serviceable, she thought.Sam walked quietly up behind his mother. He loved the way her jean shorts fit tightly across her mature behind. Her legs, with their cute cellulite dimples, filled the pant leg. Her bra straps were visible through the sweat moistened tank top. A strand of greying hair hung loose.He sat the box down, walked closer and wrapped his hands around her waist. He lay his head on her back, inhaling her. .”“You give them money! You’re not trying to convert them are you? Like all the Methodists and whatever?”“No, Jake, most of them don’t want to change anyway. We talk to them. Most don’t mind what they are doing, and it’s better than the alternatives, in sweat shops or as drudges or washer women. Some don’t know any different. That’s just the way it is. I wish it weren’t, I wish they could all make love the way we do, none of them have ever experienced the things we do.”There was a little irony.