I did not get the same tour as I found in addition to the company reps, the facilitator was standing to the side with a man and a woman I did not know... while I talked to the on-site supervisor. The report he gave was short and straight forward stating the dock was finished though an issue had surfaced, saying he would take me to go see the problem later. Asking him what the problem was he stated he would show me later after my guests departed with fewer eyes. I found his statement strange but. . I love it, just can't ever seem to get enough. And this is how it all started, I got it from my mom.Let me take you back to when I was a little girl. My name is Carla and my dad died when I was six. So, Mom had some boyfriends after that, she's always been a good-looking woman with a great figure and she had me when she was nineteen, so when Dad died, she was twenty-five, hardly an old lady. No, she looked good and she had a lot of boyfriends.My bedroom was upstairs, next to hers, and it was. She kissed Mom and fondled her breast and wished her a good morning. This brought a big smile to Mom’s face and a smaller one to my own. “Morning Mother.” I said as I backed up a little and, with a slight sigh, selected the milk jug and brought it to the kitchen counter.Mother and Mom were absolutely meant for each other. They made each other’s days in a way that I sincerely hoped I could do for someone (and them for me) one day. It seemed like no matter what kind of day one was having, the. She swished her mouth clean before bending over again and emptying her mouth. She drank from the cup again after standing and tilted her head back, exposing the light scarring on her slender neck from a previous collar. She gargled her throat clean before spitting into the sink again. She poured the remains of the cup into the sink as she free hand reached for a towel. She looked at herself in the mirror as she wiped her mouth dry, fixing her eyes on the reflection of her neck. As she placed.