”“Seriously I’d do anything for my favorite sister.” Elena said as she ran her fingers through Maxine’s hair. “So have you decided on if y...u’re going with us or if you’re staying here?”Maxine took in a deep breath, “That depends on how my next conversation with mom goes. I’d love to go with you two but as things look now I’m thinking I may stay here with mom and dad.”“What would you need to talk to mom about?” Elena asked.“Now that everyone’s here I think it’s time to tell mom everything. If. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it so dark? And, that voice! Mon Dieu! Who is that, that voice ... so. " She gathered up her mug, Rothmann pack, and lighter, and as she slid off the lounge chair, her robe fully opened to reveal a tight and shiny white hi-hugger style panty. I tried not to let on I had seen the flash, and we shook hands. "Hope we see more of each other over the next few days," she said pleasantly. I watched her firm ass move under the robe as she headed next door.I went into the house with my loins been driven by the memory the night before with Bev, as well as the stimulation of. I did love that as it made me feel like I did before the baby but, as much as I love him, his cock seemed so small. I had begun to attract very large men and that’s what I was used to. Even when he fucked my ass it didn’t stretch me out like I had been used to. But he did want me and knew I was a slut and that turned him on, but he didn’t know about being a prostitute, being paid to have sex with strange sex for money. I wondered what would happen if he found.