They were all my age. She was my Mom. And she was smiling at me! She was talking to me."Davey? Hello!" Huh? Oh yea. What?" I was asking if you had any...particular recommendation."To press Rewind for a few years and decide to become an electrical engineer instead. I tried to be suave, "Your choice. Whatever catches your eye. It's bound to be good. If not great, at least satisfying."Eventually I was saved from my own mouth by the arrival of the waitress. Out of uniform, she would have been lost to. “They think they’re playing you. They think they got themselves a pretty, light-skinned, green-eyed redbone puppet. Talking white, got the fancy degrees, black enough to count, not black enough to be scary. All honest and sincere sounding. The assholes at the top think they own you.” The suppressed chuckle escaped for a second, a low growling sound. “Hell, they’d be safer smearing themselves with barbeque and climbing down into the tiger pit at the goddamn zoo.”I looked up at him from my seat.. Their k**s were excelling in school and the Porsche in the driveway let everyone know that there were no money problems in the Jones household. But their sex life was non-existent and Karen wondered if she had lost her sex-appeal. The next afternoon Karen was home alone feeling frustrated and horny. The house was clean and the k**s were away at school, not to return for a couple hours. She decided to pour herself a drink -- a tall, stiff vodka and soda with a bit of lemon. She looked at herself. Her flat was very beautiful but all my eyes were on her body. With a cunning smile she told me I know what your intentions are but please don’t think anything bad I just need your help. Because of continuous jogging my back is paining like anything. So please can you do me some back massage I only trust you and my husband don’t give me any money to go outside and take massage. He is very possessive about me; he don’t even allow me to go for job because he is feared that guys will come behind.