Finally I had the amount I thought that we needed and went back to Nina."If you've got that much money why didn't you just buy some antique stuff that...I could sell?" she asked when I told her about the difficulty in getting hold of bills older than circa twenty years. I could have kicked myself when I heard that. Of course that would be the right thing to do. It solved a problem though. I did want to contribute to my child's upbringing and if I bought stuff that would increase it's value over. ‘Listen,’ I said, trying to calm her down, ‘ring up Jerome and tell him you’re headed downtown. All you’ve got is your carryon.’ (Note to self, Low Maintenance Girl. I was beginning to seriously doubt the point of the whole juicyjessie encounter when I reminded myself that Maddy had a boyfriend.) ‘He’ll never believe that’s what I’m doing.’ ‘Awww, yeah he will. Go on.’ Maddy did manage to reach Jerome by phone. Surprisingly, he did seem a bit indifferent and most likely not apologetic enough.. “Now sit on my thigh,” said Vicky. The look on Becky’s face told Vicky all she wanted to know, as the freshly shaved pussy rasped over the nylon of Vicky’s tights, and with a muffled groan Becky came, her face buried in Vicky’s neck, her body shaking. “Now, let’s see if you taste as good as you look!” said Vicky as with a heave she threw Becky on her back. Licking slowly up the other woman’s stocking clad thighs; Vicky did not take her eyes off the ecstatic look on Becky’s face, watching the. I gotta go now, but I'll pick up some chickenand we can eat together this evening, okay?" Sure thing, Dad," I said. "See you then."So off he went.I am hungry but I do not want to have pop tarts. I am sick and tired ofpop tarts. Mom always made a hot breakfast for us, but not any more, anddad is a lousy cook.I waited a minute, then got up and quietly went into their bedroom.Mom was asleep.She sleeps a lot these days; she is really sick, and the sickness pluswhatever they give her to fight that.