Ma is ma, yo!”“You right. She said you can talk to her. Go do it.”“Maybe I will.”“Can you believe it though.”“I’m not really thinkin...�� ‘bout it,” confessed the eleven year-old Jeramiah. “We ain’t never had a life this good.”“You right, li’l bruh. I guess I need to talk to her.”Rochelle was reading a murder mystery. She was reclined on the chaise lounge across the room from her bed. As she turned a page, she heard a knock at the door.“Who’s there,” the woman asked.“It’s Coree,” the changing voice. ⁕Paula winks as the crowd doesn’t really know how to react. Paul steps forward and the lights dim, a spot illuminating the nine year old boy, who sings a fine rendition of “Love Reign O’er Me.” The crowd is basically stunned, but then they ROAR forth with applause. Paula steps forward to share the spotlight with her boyfriend, but then she decides to hang back a bit for a moment instead. She’s happy to let him shower in the praise of the crowd. When it fades she steps forward.PAULA: Paul, that. The vodka’s talking, honey.”The song ended and Jake said he would be taking a short break. He went over to the bar to get a beer and then came over to their table. He said hello and thanked them for coming. Gina introduced him to Bridget. Bridget thanked him for the drinks. They made small talk for a couple of minutes and then Bridget excused herself to go use the restroom. Jake looked at Gina and she stared back at him, her eyes like ripe almonds.“Thank you for coming. My heart skipped a beat. Thinking something was wrong James and I both went running in there only to find Mrs. Clark leaning against the vanity naked, she had her legs spread and said we could have a peak at her snatch for a dollar but she was already holding her pussy lips open and we could see it. Then she said we could stick our cocks in there for ten dollars. We told her we did not have any money, she then said we could have it for free. James and I looked at each other and then back at Mrs. Clark. She just smiled.