The smallest gift is a jewelry sized box. “This is from your step-father. He told me if he didn’t make it to your eighteenth birthday,” My mom s...allows hard. “He told me to give you his best.” I take the box from her and slowly take the bow off. I carefully un-wrap the gift paper and slide the box out. I open it up slowly, my hands shaking. Inside is a set of keys. I look at my mom, questioningly. She nods towards the garage. I open the door and turn the garage light on. Parked between my mom’s. Die Hand strich hinauf, über ihren Bauch; hinauf über den Hosenknopf, hinauf… Hinauf über den weichen Stoff der Sweatshirt-Jacke. Seine Finger kamen auf Natalies linker Brust zur Ruhe. Sofort begann er sie zu massieren. „Kein BH, hähh?!“ Die beiden anderen Männer hockten sich nun am Fußende hin und stützten sich mit ihren Armen auf dem unteren Ende der Matratze ab. Sie verfolgten das Geschehen mit stärker werdendem Interesse. „Bitte…,“ Tränen flossen aus Natalies Augen und bildeten feuchte. "I've seen poodles fuck longer." The poor little thing," she commiserated. "Did you eat him alive?"I smiled. "Not quite. But like I said, funky tasting spunk!" Well," Babette said brightly. "At least your date wasn't a complete disaster."Yeah. You could say that as we both laughed at the absurdity of it all before the grim reality of my superficial existence said hello as it always did."Mon Amie," said Babette as she saw the shadow fall across my face. I gave her a wistful smile and got to my. I was having a tough stretch with the business at the time because of the recession, which I feel strongly is a depression that the government is trying to soft pedal. When things get tight, fewer people are inclined to buy hand crafted outdoor benches carved from large trees with a chainsaw. It was one of those luxuries consumers chose to forego, as much as they admired my skills with a power tool that so many feared to even pick up.That's how I came to have twenty nine fucking beautiful, but.