Cassidy nodded. "I guess you wouldn't know. In my home town the pickup was major news. Within a week everyone knew not only who had been picked up, bu... who had been left behind and there was endless speculation as to why."Kathy gave Cassidy a one-armed hug. "I'm nervous just thinking about what a pickup might be like. I'm guessing it wasn't very pleasant."Cassidy snorted. "Understatement of the century. That's like saying that World War Two was a minor squabble." Compared to what we're told is. ”Parris now had the time to pick up the items needed at home. After checking out and driving the metallic gray 2014 Toyota RAV4 home, the registered nurse sat down the bags and called Tank.“Hello,” the man answered.“May I speak to Tank,” Parris asked.“Who? You got da wrong number?”“I just met you at the grocery store and you said to call.” “Oh. My bad. Yeah. Waddup?”“I was just hitting you back. I’m at home now.”There was a pause and some laughter in the background.“Hey I got a question,” Tank. For a top, there was a blue and white horizontal knitstriped top with a scooped neck and three quarter length sleeves. Onthe floor next to the bed, there was a cute pair of white, T-strapsandals with a low heel. The whole outfit was just darling. I wonderedwhat we were going to do!I got dressed and found Mother downstairs. I was wondering aboutmakeup, of course! I remembered that the week before, it had made allthe difference between me looking like a boy in girlish clothes, vs.looking. It did not matter to me if this was my mother - my mind began to realize. I loved her as I loved no other in my life, but a part of me lusted after her as well. Perhaps it could be realized as misguided affection or perhaps it was something else, something more.One of my hands slipped up from holding her waist and rubbed up her spin, feeling the dampness of her exertion beneath the thin cotton blouse.Again her head turned as if looking over her shoulder, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth open as.