" Are you actually trying to tell me you want to be an old man again?" I don't want to be a girl, Alan." Why not?" asked Alan. "From where I'm sitting...there's absolutely nothing wrong with you being a girl, Theresa." Damn it, Alan! Quit calling me Theresa. You know it's not my name." Thomas glared angrily at Alan, then crossed his slender arms below his small breasts. "From where you're sitting, you've been staring at my small breasts, probably wishing they were bigger. If you really don't see. I went aside and had a smoke which I long wanted. As soon as I came and sat beside them, we all talked about mom, and my sex life with mom, which I think I misled them to a great extent. I told them that I had never seen mom naked but I had already got blow a couple of times earlier. I told them that I suckled her breasts but I never had sex with her. Somewhere along my talk, they found out that I had smoked. They asked me about it and I had to agree. Soon, my cigarette pack was raided and all. I guessed she was from Central or South America, based on the features. She was beautiful, or had been at one time.Her clothes looked to be a simple linen blouse and loose-fitting trousers. On her feet were some kind of sandals. Taking that all in at a glance, I noted that she had what looked to be a very expensive pedicure. I remember that seemed at odds with the rest of her simple, unadorned appearance.“Hi. Can I help you?” I asked. She flashed an easy smile which reached her eyes. They. "How about right here, Mr. Devon?" What about your little girl?" he asked."She'll stay in her room."He grinned evilly and said, "That's a shame."Apparently there's a lot of Mr. Kent in Mr. Devon. I left that comment alone. I pulled him over to the couch and helped him pull his pants and shorts off. The first think I noticed was that he has a terrible, sour smell polluting the air around him. He doesn't look dirty. But he smells like he hasn't bathed in days!I invited him to sit on the couch. I.