That familiar voice, the one that sounded like his parents both cursing and condoling him simultaneously. ‘I told you that some day they would find ...ut that you are a fraud and a nutcase, one that needs to be locked up.’ ‘Not now,’ he whispered to himself as a second man came into sight. This one was filthier than the first. Howe reached back into his pocket and found a second metallic object, one that gave him such comfort when the voices came. ‘Hate to do this to you, friend,’ the first man. Idecided to go 'on the attack'. I stood up to put out mycigarette and took my drink over to sit beside him on the couch.I sat very close, my thigh touching his. I turned to face him,and leaned over very close. I changed my voice a little, aimingfor a lower, husky, sexier sound."Yes, still at school. Is it that obvious? Do I seem like aschoolgirl to you?"He was interested, definitely, but embarrassed."Well, you look very grown up tonight. It's just the uniform.Last night, I remembered. But you. .. I rolled ontop of her and she willingly parted her legs... I opened them further and lay on top of her... my cock founds its way into her wetness with a little help from her hand... missionary style! I moved slowly in and out of her... no rush... I looked down on her as I proped myself on my elbows... still moving in and out of her wet but tight muff... I started to move a little faster, the slapping slurping noises showing how wet she really was... she looked up into my face not making a. Miriam loved her mother very dearly and wanted to be just like her when she grew up. Being an elementary school teacher was Miriam's dream when she grew up.It was only several blocks to school but one day as they were walking home, an old beat-up car with a flat tire was pulled-over to the side of the road. A dark-skinned man was sitting on the hood of the car and whistled at them as they walked by. Miriam thought that it was just the black man's way of saying hello to them but her mother.