Thank you so much all of you.This is an immediate continuation to the last part of my , with me still inside the boys hostel. Reading the earlier epis...des first may make this one more enjoyable. Happy reading!Two hours had easily gone by and I was still inside the boys hostel. I still could not believe I was being used as a paid street whore, by boys of my son’s age. I was blinking faster now and I felt scenes flashing in front of my eyes with each blink. It was like watching a movie in 2x. ‘No, that’s okay, Hon. You go with Momma Allison and Sarah. You’ll…’ ‘I’m going, too,’ I interrupted. ‘If you want me to wait in the car, I will. But I’m going, too.’ I smiled. I wanted to meet Brent’s mother, of course, but mainly I wanted to be there for him as I knew it would be an emotional time. I had seen him support me emotionally, and Alex, and Sarah. As strong as he was, I wanted to be there for him. Shopping would wait. This I was sure of. ‘Okay, I’d like that.’ He smiled then. There aren’t that many, poker is not the primary purpose of the story. Regardless, you may want to check out the reference to Jennifer Tilly though….. Note — there is reference to violent acts, but they don’t occur in the period covered by the story. If you have a very low tolerance level for brief descriptions of sexual sadism you may want to skip this story, or the few paragraphs involved. It forms an integral part of the story, and I don’t see how it could be left out. Chapter 1 It was. “What in the world are you talking about?” she said. “You just get down or I’ll shoot you out of the saddle. I want to hear about what happened,” she said stubbornly.Peter eased his foot over the rump of his horse, and tried to step down holding on with only one hand, so he could adjust his ... problem ... with the other hand. His weight swung him toward the head of the horse and he lost his balance. His foot got caught up in the stirrup and he flailed his loose arm. His weight was too much for.