My mother was and always will be my own personal hero. The fact that she never sat me down to tell me about my father bothered me when I was a young m...n, but I couldn’t hold it against her. I knew what she had to endure to bring us up alone, and at the time I had no idea of the horrors she had to endure at my father’s hands. My uncle Truman only told me part of the truth, you see, because it was the part of the truth he could stand to think of. When I was a young teenager my mother met a man. At the 4th row of desks from the door, and the second desk from the front of the class an Asian girl with ravenblack hair reaching to her butt was kneeling on a chair with her elbows leaning on the desk in front of the chair, her fingers folded around the front of the desk.Her school uniform skirt was raised over her bottom and lay on her back while a man in his 40's with a conservative dress style was bending over her, his hands on her exposed hips and his scrotum slamming against the girl's. Ready? she finally asked. Barbie was not, but she nodded nonetheless. Please remove your clothes, she instructed. Barbie hesitated. If she did, there would be no going back. But it was the only way, so she unfastened the knot that kept her skimpy nightie shut and let it slide off her shoulders. Now naked, she watched it float lazily to the floor. To ensure things go smoothly, I will format my commands as steps. Is that all right with you? inquired Candy. Barbie knew her answer was not required,. So she keeps riding me and she's letting herself let loose and go crazy. But then, all of a sudden there's a knock on the door. She stops....looks up.... and quickly gets of me and runs to the shower. She comes back out and walks to the door to see who it is and peeks through the doors little mirror whole. She just tells me it's a dude standing there. So I quickly put on my clothes.... open the door... and it's some maintenance cleaning carpet guy asking if we want our carpet cleaned. I said.