Mother looked at me and said, ‘William, I know that you like Angelica. But, you have to see her for what she is, a fucking Ghetto Whore,’ ‘Well,...then this ghetto whore, as you call her, is carrying my child, your grandchild.’ ‘No…No…she is not carrying your child.’ ‘Yes, she is Mother.’ ‘No…No…NO THAT THING IS NOT YOUR CHILD!!’ ‘DAMN IT MOTHER, I AM THE ONE WHO MADE ANGIE PREGNANT.’ ‘AND JUST HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE FATHER?’ I looked at my Mother, and with a quiet voice filled with. Somehow I figured what it was just before it buried itself into my anus. I didn't jump, I was so relaxed, but I felt it wiggling around, I could feel his face stuffed as fully as he could against me and I have to tell you, there was nothing but pleasure. Before I knew it I was trying to get as much of his tongue into me as I could wiggling and jerking my ass in the effort. Then it stopped and he raised up, No, I said, don't..I tried to turn over but he placed his hand in the middle of my. ..”“Her burns, can they be fixed? You know any plastic surgery? What?” said Rodney. “ Hmm, yes, mostly, I suppose. But, the cost to do the job...” he said.“Cost will not be an object,” said Rodney. “I, we, want only the absolutely best care, doctors, medicines that can be gotten. No limits sir, no limits whatsoever.”“No limits? I can guess that you have a lot of money, Mister Pollard. I mean the plaque. But you could be looking at anywhere from half a million up for the kind of care and rehab. "Suddenly, the apprehension and she is filled with rage! She walks to the phone and calls the post office then spends a frustrating as they patiently explain how to read the post mark. However, that only reveals the city where it was mailed. Not the identity of the person that mailed the hated thing. Finally, the rep tells to call the police. Dreading what's coming she hangs the phone on its perch and resolutely dials the number.An hour later a female detective arrives and the frustration.