I was relieved that Corra hadn't jumped into my lap once whileI was driving. She had done enough of that once I turned my girls loose.We used the truc... stop as a changing stop for the drivers."So Bitch, I see you've been teaching again," said Momma as she slippedbehind the wheel. Then it hit me why the Bitch kept showing up, she'dbeen going between the three of us. But always coming home to me, whomshe had the most history with.As Momma pulled out onto the highway I saw the other Bitch, the one. Don was upset, but accepted what the fates or, perhaps, Murphy threw at him. After all, he was alive, he had a wonderful wife who worked alongside him and helped him raise his two children. What more could a man ask for besides that, enough food, a place to live, and good friends? No, life was good, rough sometimes, but good. He had all he needed.Don was almost out of town when he frowned and turned his head. Randy’s truck was parked in front of the local bar. Now, if it had been an evening,. The changes in my throat, pubic hairs, armpits, moustache, beard all surprised me one by one. Its during my high schooling that I noticed all these changes. But above all these changes the most impacting is the attraction towards the female assets.With the years passing by and going deeper into the teenage made me think deeper into female curves and the ultimate excitement. I slowly started stating female beauty, sometimes watching the glimpses of cleavages, naval exposures, thigh exposure and. The letters that had only a very small chance of reaching his mother. They were ones that should have never been written, never been sent, never been received, and never been read. Happy Reading!Dear Mom,I hope you are doing good. I don’t know what will happen to me. I don’t know if I will ever be allowed to leave from the hospital. It has been a lot of days since I have been here, and nobody seems to know when I can get out of here.I don’t know if you will ever get this letter. But, there is a.