. THIS hell!'; and he thumped hischest.He said that he believed this book, translated from something writtenbefore the Egyptians started building pyra...ids, about how when we dieour soul gets reborn. Sometimes better, sometimes worse, depending onour "karma". When I asked him what he would want to be in his next lifehe just shook his head. And then he started crying again, like even thisbook was just a bad joke. Saying what good was it to be reborn if youwouldn't remember? You weren't really YOU. Then I rushed into the kitchen and gave mom the signal. "Larry, go to your room." mom said loudly so bob could hear it. I went in. Once Bob felt he had a bit of privacy he opened up. "Why does your son think I am your boyfriend?" he asked agitated. "What else do you want me to tell him? That his mother is a whore who fucks men for money because the man she likes won't support her? That's what you want?' she yelled. "I never said that", for all the money that Bob had, he still lacked. ? ?Does master know what is best foryou slut?? He rocked against her as if having sex stimulating her, helping thepleasure to over come her fear. ?Yes sir. Oh sir,? she moaned. He knew her so well. The pleasureshe craved overrode her common sense. It did it to her every time. She wasmoaning loudly as he freed her from her clothing piece by piece. He rolled offher then back, stroking, pulling, manipulating herbody. ?Master knows what you need, slut.? She let him cuff her wrists, she lifted her. So Carnival time, if you're a single guy, you reign supreme (especially if you're attractive, but that's like anywhere else!). Anyway, back to me. I am 5'9", at the time; 175lbs, light skin, with dark features and light brown eyes. I attract the woman of Trinidad easily but don't do so well here in the states. The real problem was, at 17, I still had a baby face. Luckily, I played football and was built like it. My stomach was flat as a board and my waist was 29". My butt was tight and.