”“He does.”“Hunh. Good for Bob. Sounds ambitious.”“I know I’m biased, but he’s a precocious kid. Have you read his screenplays?”“N....”“He keeps scrapping them, but I think they’re really good. Ask him if you can read them.”“I will.”“He’ll probably be reluctant, but I’ll encourage him.”“Has Rhonda read them?”Maria chuckled. “Ronnie and I are his biggest fans. His only fans actually since he doesn’t let people read them. But that will change when he sends one to USC.”“Isn’t the film school. You can find another one.”“I'll never be able to work in the financial industry again!” I sobbed, “That picture is probably all over the Internet by now.”“Maybe you could move away, get a job in another field?”“I... I don't think I could leave...”“What do you have holding you here?”“Well, my mother, and... and you.”“Me?” he asked, incredulously.Our eyes met and my heart began to melt.“You are the first person I've ever met that truly seems to care about me.”“I... I...”“This is the part where. S. Boston was first and then we competed with Chicago for second place. The celebration is a weeklong event with Irish-themed parades, activities, the water in the fountains in the squares is dyed green, and it’s capped off with a mini Mardi Gras-like celebration on River Street. They used to try to dye the Savannah River green as they do in Chicago but the way the river is affected by the tides, it never worked out well. I celebrated my birthday by going to the St Patrick’s Day street party. He finally stood up and walked over to Emma. Emma tensed up but didn’t move or speak. She noted that he had a distinct bulge in the front of his pants; apparently, the young stud was able to get it up again even after cumming twice earlier in the day.He took his finger and traced a few of the letters on her belly. The touch made her shiver.“Turn around and bend over. Grab your ankles,” Mike said. He then left the room, heading for the kitchen.She wasn’t sure what was next, but she sure wasn’t.