I really like him, and his family. They’ve made me feel like a part of them - and his mom, Miss Rita, even lets me call her - Mom. I just love her s... much and she helps me with my clothes and even my undies too.”“Oh Mary Ellen, we’re so sorry about your parents. That must have been such a hard ordeal for you. We’re both so glad you’re here now. The Taylor’s and Mr. Jim Smith, are the best ever in our book and though we have never spent a lot of time with Miss Taylor, we just think Mr. Don and. Nobody can talk to him to teach him how. It’s probably nothing. Sorry to have bothered you.”“Wait!” snapped Trudy. One hundred percent of all employees of the Marshal Service knew about the manhunt for Vladimir Boruskiev. She hadn’t gone to the funerals herself, because she hadn’t known any of the marshals who were killed, but she took it just as personally as the deputies in the field did that Boruskiev was responsible for their deaths, as well as trying to kill someone under the protection of. She looked at me and asked me if I was taking out Brandy."No not tonight mom. I've got a new girl friend. She's really nice" Oh good for you honey. When do I get to meet her?" You might meet her tonight as a matter of fact." Super dear. Have a good time and be careful, if you know what I mean. I'm too young to be a grandmother yet." Don't worry mom I take all the necessary precautions. See ya!" It was hard talking to mom and making sure I didn't let the pussy out of the bag. I came away in fine. Groggily I looked into it. And had the shock of my life.Looking back at me was Becky Williams. I had been in school with her older sister Rachel who was a good friend and a secret crush of mine. I knew Becky less well, only occasionally seeing her at my hockey club where she played for the ladies first team when she was at home from college. Becky at 20 was three years my junior. My jaw dropped. So did hers in the mirror. My heart was beating quicker than I could believe and I gingerly touched.