I came right away. And ate up my cream, ofcourse.When I finally returned to my apartment at about 11am I knew that myfate had been sealed. All I could...think about now was Mercedes and hersexy friends and being around them, serving them, and loving everysecond of it.I was doing her dishes two or three nights a week and noted that mydick was cast iron hard whenever I was around her.About two weeks later, on Thursday night, I had just finished doing herdishes."I'm finished, Mommy."She was smoking. Richard was a tall, thin, olive skinned man of mixed Italian / Spanish origin whose hairline hadn't budged at forty five. He carried a metal tray of heated taco shells with an oven-mitted hand and a porcelain bowl of hot ground beef in the other. He set them on the table with a smile.“Hungry?”“As a spring bear!” Trevor confirmed as he took his seat.His father chuckled and strode off to get the chicken, tortillas, salsa, chips, salad and everything else they would need for the feast.“I can give. Perhaps if I get their permission I can add details of the last several years. After all I am writing this anonymously. I grew up in the 50’s and my mom grew up a little before the war, WW II that is. That doesn’t really play a part in this but it does add some perspective. She lived in a rural community in the South in the mountains. Apparently there were neighbors but a lot of her extended family lived nearby and they were pretty close knit. I know a lot of them and they’re still VERY close. Swedish. Polish. German. But they also knew how to make Italian and New Orleans styles with exceptional quality. And lastly, their bakery made amazing breads, cakes, pastries and cookies. Another family. Three stores actually becoming one. A small town version of a supermarket.“That would be nice, Frederica. I’ll be sure to make a list for Joe,” Mom smiled tiredly and exited the house, leaving the new couple alone.They kissed.“I’m sore,” Freddy told him.“Let’s study,” he suggested.Freddy.