If u likes the story u can mail me on or My name is Timmy. I am now eighteen but my story begins 12 years ago. My mother Wanda was a single mom who ...ad little money and an urge to party. She didn’t like being tied down and being a mother. I, of course, thought the world of her because I didn’t know she was uninterested in me. One day when I was six she dropped me off at a distant relative’s house and like that she was out of my life. She left me and didn’t look back. All I had were memories. "Now, your second worry, Marcus?" My second worry isn't so much about Josh, but more the cell-sharing sideof things," Marcus summarised."Go on," Miss Stevens urged."Once again, I knew beforehand that Josh's old cellmate had been put inhospital by Jackson Lyons - a black guy. I suppose I was worried thathe'd have... difficult feelings about sharing a cell with a black guyafter that, even without the aforementioned dislike. And I guess I didn'twant him to be taunted or face ridicule for sharing a. Even though neither of us told anybody at work about our fling (I didn’t want to my boss to find out and get pissed/jealous), everybody knew. I had two real good friends that were also pool boys and were hanging out the night at the marina. One of them, Mark, said ‘I knew you would get some by the way she was hanging all over you.’ Our flirting made it obvious to those who were in doubt. Since some of our shifts started at 7am to get the pool ready for the guests, some days we would get off. My sister got that name. But when it was clear Stephanie bonded to me, then my brother became the perfect angel for some reason. Or something. It would take a lifetime of psychotherapy to unpack that mess. And I don’t have the energy or desire to worry about it.”“What does meeting her 99% of the way mean? You just capitulate?”“No. It’s a starting point. I asked her for one thing. Just one. The only thing she needs to do is allow Kara, me, and the kids to love her. That’s it.”“How hard is THAT?”.