"Boy! You there! Come here a moment, please!"The boy ran over and held a newspaper out toward Pickering."Lat'st edition, guv! Only tuppence!"The boy w...s perhaps fifteen or sixteen years of age, medium heightwith a slim, almost emaciated build. Tousle-headed, his long straighthair protruded from under a ragged cloth cap and over his ears andcollar. And now, up close, the two gentlemen saw that he had analmost angelic, if none-too-clean, countenance, and large, deep blueeyes.Pickering extracted. I powdered her armpits, applied spray, and asked her to show her inner thighs where I applied powder; similarly she applied spray and powder to my armpits and inner thighs. I combed her hair and tied it and kissed her on the lips and said lets go.We walked into the hall to find Sunita stark naked at the dining table busy arranging the items. She looked stunning and she was wearing her reading glass which gave her a very scholarly look, her huge buttocks swayed gently as she moved items, her. Near the end I realize the truth, I was angry at my mom not because of her disease but because of the attention she got from my dad.I had wanted that attention.My mind raced as I thought it all through while answering his questions as to steer away from him coming to the same conclusion.I must have done a good enough job because he tells me that I have anger issues left from my mom dying and that I should be open about it with my dad.Inside my mind I smile as I hear his conclusion and pretend. Jane stood and turned and met his eyes. Deshawn and Jane locked eyes for a moment, than she smiled slyly. "Here, drink this." Jane stood on her tiptoes holding a large tumbler to Deshawn's lips. The contents of the tumbler were fizzy and lightly sweet but had an overpowering taste of alcohol. Deshawn gulped it down, but immediately regretted it. "What was that?" "Vodka and seven up. What? You didn't want any?" "I have to drive 40 miles to get home!" "I don't think you'll be going anywhere.