Candi whispered as we started our short walk to the others.“I won’t.”Just as we reached the reception desk, the elevator dinged and Mr. and Mrs....Masciotro, plus Nonna got off the lift.“Hello, Bandettas, and Ms. Tempe!” Mrs. Masciotro cried when she saw us.“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. M., and Ms. Nonna,” Lynette said with a huge smile.“Hi, Momma, Papa, Nonna,” Eda said as she stepped up to her grandmother to give her a hug.E’s grandmother engaged her granddaughter in a spirited, Italian. Her parents noticed this and then looked back at me for an answer. I gave a small sigh. “Thank you. I will try and call my sister before the day is out.”“What about your parents?”“I don’t really have much to do with my family anymore. I’m basically independent of them.”“What does that mean?” demanded Big Bob.I took a deep breath. “It means exactly that. I’ve been living on my own since I was sixteen. I have very little to do with my family.”“Sixteen! What do you mean you’ve been living on your. Uncle Roger wasn’t flabby, and as I would learn, despite his size, his meaty moobs and gut were incredibly firm.Uncle Roger was a hairy daddy, and although not good-looking, like all large bearded men with chubby faces, I suppose we get conditioned to see them as cheerful fellows.The conversation during our drive home was light-hearted and superficial. What I did discern, however, was how articulate he was, something I had never noticed during our brief former encounters and telephone. " She then shut the door and told Dave to go and take his shower and be sure to wash all his "special spots." Dave stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing off the days wear and tear, paying special care to his groin and butt. As he finished and stepped out, he could see Kim lying in bed, reclining on her side, resting her head on one arm as her breasts hung down onto the bed. As Dave strode into the bedroom, Kim smiled at him and said, "Hey, baby, I've been thinking about how well you.