She shifted slightly to her side and winced a bit. “Ignoring a certain tenderness I have in a few places that is. Still, it was fun enough that we�...re going to have to play again some time.”“Oh really?” I said, amused.“Really.” Hanna said. She rolled fully to one side and leaned on her elbow - giving me a suggestive wink.She really was very sure of herself - very self-involved. I had noticed it in her before - how confident she was in her looks and appeal. I hadn’t liked it then, and had found. This was a hard blow for her, because she had always wanted several kids. In place of them, she lavished me with love and praise and filled my life with happiness. It was a wonderful youth, I got the all motherly affection in my childhood and as I grew older she spent most of her time helping me learn to cope with life”s problems. My father, Hegdea, is a good man he from our next state his culture and languages are different than mom but he settled and developed his duties and business in my. We lived on the sixth floor in an apartment in a fairly reputable part of town. Not to say that we haven’t lived in our fair share of shit-holes, after mom separated with dad. Housing in any capitol is an issue and a huge cluster-fuck, unless it’s like … Iceland where housing is not only available, it’s mandatory. But the result of us living so far up was that we didn’t see the lights from the streetlights down on our street, making nights a bit darker for residents of upper stories.“Hey Sveta,. Sysco, I mean, you told me to call you Franck or Francky.”“I’m just 7 years older than you, call me Franck or Francky.”“Ok, Francky…”“By the way, I’m sorry to receive you in this bathrobe. I can’t be sorry for Roxanne; you know her much more than me…”“Francky, it’s not the first time she missed the way how to wear a bathrobe.”We were all laughing.“Last time I interviewed you both, it was at a restaurant. So, would you like to visit?”“Yeah, sure.” “When you get in, on your left, you got the.