Us is something else.”“OK.” I frowned. “Hard, or just behind?”“Behind.” She scratched her head. “I’m not like Max. I can’t cut a c...uple hours out of every day for this shit.”“Then don’t be like Max.” I shrugged. “Be like Sam.”“How’s that supposed to help?” she worried. I smirked. That had been the advice my dad had given me when I was in college. I was angry about being compared to my brother at the time. That advice? Didn’t help with school. I hadn’t got it then; I hadn’t got it until now.“If. Pagers were the hot item at the time}. I didn't have anything better to do, all my friends were either at work or going to bed to get ready for work and the few that I knew that were free were the mooches......you know the type.....they're your best friend until your money runs out, so I agreed to ride along. So we headed out to south Louisiana at around 8PM and I settled in in the backseat for the long ride. We finally got to the crew boat dock and after a lengthy goodbye between my uncle. “That I remind you of your mother,” she states. Alan nods. “Is that why you enjoy fucking me?”“Yeah,” he blurts out before he thinks. “I mean, it is one reason. You are quite attractive...”“But... ?”“But, you’re not what I’m looking for to marry,” he answers honestly.“I know,” Kennedy says. “I have found that it seem your mother had two sides to her. I am more that disciplinarian part and Judy is the loving mother part.”“So...”“Do I care about what you just said?” she asks, supplying the. So it was around 7:30 and I reached near her place and was waiting for her. There was a dark spot near her place where I used to pick her up and drop her. Basically, she didn’t want anyone to see us together and cook up stories when there was nothing between us. Well, I had something for her, especially her boobies (not my mistake, huge ones do attract).So I was waiting there and she came out of her house and walked towards me. Man, for the first time I saw her in short dress and for the first.