”The night of the game I met Mom and Dad in the lobby of the rink. Dad found our seats in the first row in the corner.“Easy telling Timmy picked o...t these seats specifically for me.”“Why do you say that?” I asked.“Because he knows how much I like seeing all the action in the corners. Brings back memories of my days on the ice.”Less than a minute into the game I found out what Dad meant by “action in the corner” when Brian slammed a player from the other team into the boards. Was this the same. That man coerced me to become his private sex toy and then shared me with other dirty old men. Then he got me a job as a stripper, where I avoided d**gs, but enjoyed many things, including anal, group sex, and other women, but I was too young and they found out. Along the way my mom and dad split up because of her fucking around on him. Shortly after being fired from the strip club in a rather cruel way I became an e****t for those who could afford such a rare age-related commodity. About a. "Buenos Noches," Pete responded; wheeled the car into the court-yard.Ann was surprised; there must have been twenty cars parked inside and not a light anywhere. When they got out she could hear music coming from inside, the only indication, other than the gate guard, that anyone else was present.Pete guided them to a large oaken door which was opened to them by a short, fat, obscene-looking Mexican in a tuxedo. Pete handed him two crisp one hundred dollar bills. Ann blinked in astonishment; she. But that’s a whole other story. I grinned at the phone and put it back in my pocket. It was a long ass hour sitting there but it was worth it when Anastasia finally dismissed class. I could finally drop Natasha off and get back into my environment for a minute. I picked my niece up and put her on my shoulders and helicoptered, spinning her around. “Hey Uncle Ramon, how’d I do?”“Tres excellent.”“I didn’t know you spoke French” Anastasia interrupted.“Just because I’m from the hood, don’t mean I.