Raphael sighed, thinking about the downward spiral his life took afterwards. To say that he became somewhat self-destructive would have been the under...tatement of the century. Raphael began going out to the clubs six nights a week, and his drinking and fighting got out of control. He made a lot of enemies during that dark period of his life. It got so bad that some of those enemies, notably a Puerto Rican drug dealer named Emilio Suarez, put out a hit on him. He was mad because Raphael hooked. Stevens left that for me today. But you already know that, dont you? she said slyly as she used her finger, scooped it off her face, and popped it into her mouth. I didnt say anything, and just looked down at my breakfast as I blushed. This trend continued for every weekend that my father was away (which was often), up till I turned 11. When I turned 11, I started masturbating. Like every mother, she of course knew that I was masturbating, and I discovered porn. As I discovered porn, I realized. You hear about family and how they pull together. Not true in this case. Jones, I think you are my only hope. I'll make a deal with you. You know, sort of like an indentured servant. I'll keep house for you as long as it takes to pay off Mama's debt." You must think I'm rich." No I know you aren't, but you write books and they must bring in a lot. You wouldn't have to pay it all at once." You would sign up for a long time to save your mother?" I have to." Well, that's exemplary, but I hope it's. He was relieved not to see anybody. Carrying his jacket he made his way back towards the office. He felt bewildered and confused. Had what he thought had happened really happened? His cock certainly felt like it had. He reached for his pipe and then put his hand in his pocket for his tobacco. He pulled out a piece of paper and his heart leapt as he unfolded it. He looked at the words in bewilderment. ‘Thank you for a perfect afternoon. See you in Heaven. Love, Penelope.’ So it had been real..