“Do you have any cool toys that we could try, Uncle Bill?” asked young Mary. The delight in her eyes reminded me of the girls on Christmas morning...in their younger years. “As a matter of fact, I have a few new ones, still in their wrappers,” I replied. My wife was rather fond of wild sex toys, and I was saving them for her upcoming birthday. I figured I could easily replace them before then. As I went to fetch them from my bedroom, the phone rang. I was still talking when I got back to the. Left her high and dry in some bar. Why did I do that?I knew why I did that.I’ve known Dawn for a year. When I first met her I thought she was the most graceful creature to walk the earth. Tall, slim, glossy black hair with an angelic face. When she’s sober she perfect. A country girl with all the attributes to be the girl next door. The sort of girl you want as a study partner…. Just so you can get close to her. Too close.Problem is she’s impossible when she’s drunk. To be honest I think Dawn. . , “ Natasha freaked out rather predictably, like clockwork.“Bet you’re wishing that your own mother was still alive. I don’t know what happened to her, do you? I just know that she’s dead for some odd reason. What’s wrong with Aunt Nora, again? Maybe it should just be me, Mom, and Chelsea here. Blood kin, you know!” I taunted the girls further.“No ... please, Aunt Nora is a ... a ... a,” Heather stammered now.“A what, Heather?” I persisted.“A ... dyke! A lezzie, okay? She’s gay!” Heather. I said I am so hungry to eat her saying that I started to kiss her she stopped and said not now. As she should bring her son from school and made him to sleep.I asked her do u have son she said yes 3 years boy. Then I asked her what her husband is doing she said that her husband works in Arab country so she feeling alone in the house doing that job. She put on TV and went to bring her son home I was waiting for her she returned soon and made her son to sleep. She Came to me. I not wasting the.