What was he doing? What was my brother doing? Why did he take of my shirt? The curiosity was eating inside me as I waited for my brother’s next acti...n. Both his hands squeezed either of my breasts as I gasped loudly. My heart started hammering, as his hands went in rounds, squeezing my petite and small boobs. “You like that don’t you?” he spoke. As a deep sleeper, my brother thought I was fast asleep and continued doing what he was doing, in his defense; there was no one to witness what was. " Oh? Where was he working? Maybe one of my competitors." No, I'm sure it wasn't one of your competitors. He worked as a foreman for a place where they make furniture out of pressed wood and something else. Not plywood, but..." Particle board." Yeah, that's it. His wife is down in Mexico at a clinic and he took time off to go be with her. He came back and they promoted one of the Mexicans to do his job." I'd be very interested in talking to him. We don't touch pressed wood or particle board,. "Your father can help you tonight sweetie. I have to go out for a while." She saw George look up from his plate and she looked him in the eye and added, "Mommy is going to visit a sick friend."She was just stepping into a pair of high heels when George came into the room. "Do I know this sick friend?" No George, you don't." You need a short skirt and high heels to visit a sick friend?" He is very sick and he needs lots of cheering up." He?" Yes George, he!" Is it him?" What does it matter. She sighs and adds: what can you do?... Chapter 3 - Chores We fill buckets with soapy water and others with clear water. We also have brushes and tea towels. We cross the restaurant towards the toilet. Did I say that my mother was a maid and that I had sworn never to do that? Well, that's it, no it's worse, because I am doing that completely naked! I know why I have such a problem with what my mother does for a living. It is because it is too similar to some of my addictions,.