Manchmal bekam sie nicht einmal ihre Unterlagen zurück geschickt. Die Verzweiflung wurde schnell größer. Mia wollte nicht bis an ihr Ende bei Mutti...hocken und sich gängeln lassen. Diese ständige Aufsicht und das Aufpassen nervte. Sie wollte sich ficken lassen, ohne vorher lang rumlügen zu müssen, das sie mit Tina oder Anita einen Mädelsabend machte. Ständig lungerte ihre Mutter in ihrem Zimmer herum.Eine Idee mußte her. Sie brauchte eine Ausbildung oder einen gut bezahlten Aushilfsjob. Mia. “Exactly what we’re thinking. How do we make that happen?”As it turned out, making that happen wasn’t that complicated. The sons convinced their father to have a heart-to-heart with Irene. Otis took her into his room for a private talk that initially had Irene nervous. He had no sooner blurted out what was on their minds and she exploded in joy, knocking him to the bed. The other three, wondering what all the noises were, peeked into the room to find them fucking furiously. Otis and Irene. I watched her lick her lips, and suddenly felt myself get hard in my pants. We walked upstairs to the hallway between our apartments. I opened the door to mine, and stepped inside, noticing sleeping kids on the floor beside a television dancing with images of cartoons. The babysitter looked up and smiled, motioned for us to be quiet. I whispered to Amy to get her keys ready, and then I leaned over and took Trevor into my arms, carrying him carefully across to their apartment and into his. Buttons and toggles lined the top. All of them had something to do with textures and colors of the flesh putty. Sitting beside the bar were more daunting knives and an oversized syringe. Beside the table were three hoops, a white, a grey, and the familiar black hoop Dan assembled earlier at lunch. The black hoop had a switch labeled COPY and DELETE. The bulkier grey hoop had a card slot box attached to it and several dials for Sensitivity, Percentage, and Hair. The cards that went with it were.