The sweat was pouring down my back. The top of my boxers where wet from it and the smell was mixing with my cologne, making me smell “mandy”.I kno...ked on your door, but you didn’t answer. Perhaps you where enjoying the sun from your backyard? I went around the house. I couldn’t see thru or above the fence, so I opened the door, went inside and around the corner, and yes, there you where, on your belly, on a blanket. Wearing only hipsters. I stopped. I never seen you without clothes… You hadn’t. .. I ... f ... fell in l ... love with s ... omeone. And, and they aren’t in ... interested in m ... me.” I sobbed as mum gathered me to her breast again.“Oh darling, have you told him?” she asked gently.This time I pulled away from mum, I looked down at the floor. I had seen her look disappointed, I didn’t want to see the look of disgust that would follow what I needed to tell her.“It’s not a him mum,” I mumbled. “It’s a her.”I waited for her to hit the roof, instead she just pulled me to her. That would please her very well. I thought as I headed over to the closet, tail high up just as she liked it, careful not to trip on my chain, and glanced at the clock and sighed, Just 1 hour then opened the door. There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the wood of the chest with leather strips wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it. ‘For better or worse,’ I replied. Robie was only fourteen, but she was already drop dead gorgeous. A vast herd of boys followed her around. She was gregarious and made friends easily. I was slowly but surely starting to love her like a daughter. She fell out of grace with my wife when she was caught necking with her current flame on our living room sofa. I had several long chats with her about premarital sex and though she seemed to understand, she still lost it the next year. ‘Uncle, how would.
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