Then my cell phone rang.Hoping it was good news from the hospital, I quickly answered it. I couldn't conceal my disappointment when I realized it was ...iz's father, Frank Miller, and not the hospital. Frank and I had never been close. He felt his only daughter should have married better. I had spent twenty years building my landscaping business into a very profitable operation, but I wasn't a professional. Frank was an accountant and he had made a killing in the stock market over the years. By. And I am waiting for her call. i didn’t get any on that day. after 3 days, i got a call from her and she asked me to come to her flat.i told, i can come, but, why. she replied that she got the reply from me as n when she got bored,i told her to call me. ok, i felt ohh in mind, then, i left to her flat.I went in to the flat as door is partially open and she is preparing food for that day.i smelled it as chicken recipe and i asked her, where is ur kid.she replied he is with his father to attend a. With what should have brought my family together, only strained ties henceforth. Some of my aunts and uncles ceased communication after her final breath, or they raged at one another over who was truly at fault for her "passing too soon."The person forgot in all the madness: my grandfather.Having traveled my own path in life, I didn't think much of the drama that pervaded family affairs. In fact, I actively avoided it. She was gone. No amount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that.. If someone wasn't fucking, then there was a guarantee that at least somewhere there was porn playing and a hand hard at work. This Sunday afternoon it was Krista that broke first. Chris was up stairs in bed with his mom watching TV and they heard some slut downstairs on the TV getting gang fucked. From the murmur of the crowd on the TV it was either a party or it was a pretty big studio full of guys and only 1 or 2 girls. Chris's cock crept to life, twitching and jumping as he listened to.