They always came back with some clothes, but not a lot, at least that I saw. Well, I promised myself that I would never let that happen again. I neede... to become a bigger part of their lives; I needed to be a father to my angels, in every respect. Myself, I could get away with wearing the same clothes for a year, but they could not. Besides, I needed to get some new clothes too, since I had lost about thirty pounds during my depression, and it showed in my gaunt face and hanging clothes.Now, as. On the 4th ring a soft and very familiar voice answered and I melted as I heard her ask again hello. I composed myself and said the words I knew she would know only belonged to me, ‘my dear one, good morning’. I could hear her excitement with every question and response to my calling her. I had to ask her to take a breath before she passed out from lack of oxygen, her warm and loving laugh filled my heart with desire. As she took a breath and before she could say anything else, I asked her if. ‘Please baby!’ she begged me again. ‘Let mama help you!’ I picked up the remote silently and turned the blackmail DVD on. For next few minutes we sat in silence as my mother stared at the screen while tears streamed down my closed eyes as I heard myself professing my love to a black women old enough to be my mother. I picked up the remote again but she grabbed my hand. ‘No. I want to watch.’ I opened my eyes and looked at her angel face through the tears. She was looking at the screen, her. “What the hell are you doing here, kid?”It was 6:45 AM – the secretaries and boss didn’t get intill around eight.“I’m *not* a kid, sir,” she snapped, face flushing.I took another look. She sure was no kid – her titswere a little too big for her – and by that I mean shewas probably a B cup. It looked sort of – funny – onher. Her head was a little big for her body, too, butshe had pretty, blue-gray eyes and perfect.