That is why I crossed the border with the others." You are fortunate, Carlita. Many who cross, they end up in government shelters and programs." Many ...ho started did not get here, Brother Dave. I traveled as a young boy. Young girls ... it was bad. When I got to Texas, I got away from the others. I think it was suspected that I might be a girl. I had to leave." And you met Dave." I hid in his truck. When I let him find me, he did not question. He started taking care of me. Each step of the way,. ’ ‘I wanted to tell you, Janice, but how the hell could I?’ ‘Right, how the hell could you tell me you were fucking my kid?’ ‘C’mon, Janice, it’s not like that.’ ‘Isn’t it?’ ‘No, it isn’t. We met in a normal fashion. There were some sparks and it happened. I really do like, Mona. Hell, I like you too.’ ‘Oh, I bet you want to get the two of us in the sack together,’ she said, her words dripping with sarcasm. She swatted my shrunken dick with her left hand, not hurting me, but to show her total. And as she stood there in the doorway recovering from my father's kiss, her sensuous brown eyes fluttering, I craved to do unspeakable things to her. To do what my body ached to do to Zander's mom as I watched her get mounted by her own son. My cock strained against my denim jeans. Mom, seemingly unaware of my bulge and my filthy thoughts, eventually got herself together and approached me, her perfect petal lips meeting my cheek. The kiss was chaste, motherly. Regardless, I. Since I hadn’t heard from her in several days, I knew I had to do something different and more direct. I hadn’t planned on whisking her off to her bedroom, but it worked out better than I expected. Instead of leaving after we had ‘come and done’ like I normally did, I stayed, and we talked a great deal during the night about everything and nothing at all. We drank that bottle of wine and started on a second. I played what little I knew on the guitar for her. We sang bad songs from the ’70’s. We.