"Shortly after, mother married Pak Toyo very simply and was only attended by close relatives. After that my mother was brought to Pak Toyo's house, an... our house, kiosk and everything in it was my responsibility. Mother came in the morning after my kiosk opened and came home late in the afternoon, Mr. Toyo was picked up after returning from the office.Our lives are happy and mediocre until one day, about four months after my mother's marriage, a tragedy in the household happened without my. I hadn’t pressured her. She was fun to hang out with. Up till then the goodnight kisses did me just fine. Then one afternoon we had a quick lunch in my kitchen. Before she left for her evening waitress gig she mentioned how nice I’d been to her, and with a foxy little wink she told me how unnecessary that was now. I told her I didn’t want to make assumptions about a girl as nice as her. She said she made assumptions about me, said she assumed I like to have my cock sucked. I didn’t stop her. Guys continue to fuck.I started to realize, when I'd walk in on Joni's scenes, that unless it would be awkward to do so, she'd make a point to turn so I had a good look at her. She might finger herself, or lick her finger, while looking me in the eye. When she thought it would be a well-received extra spice, she'd sometimes suggest to the customer, "want to have Wanda watch?" I got extra tips for something I might have paid to do. She might suggest that I could take out my boobs, maybe play. After a kiss on her lips, too, I pulled my head back and looked into her eyes and I smiled. She smiled back. I looked at the oven, which was sitting open. The inside was empty and the oven was turned off, now cooling. The pan she had taken out of the oven was on top of the stove. It appeared to be a soufflé. An idea popped into my head that might help us find an understanding of what they might be thinking without knowing it and what I might need but too nervous to ask for it.I took Dori by the.