"It is just a preliminary chat, Esme, to get to know what you are like. Let's sit down and we can talk over a cup of coffee. Someone will be along wit... that in a moment. I understand you were a moneylender par excellence?" More by accident than design, Mr Small." George, please, or my friends call me Dod." Well, Dod, after I left the Army, with a cash windfall, I decided I wanted to help families like the one I came from; a poor family, almost always in debt to moneylenders. I thought if I. We didn't even have to say anything to each other, about how badly we wanted the other, because the way we kissed explained it all. We stood there, kissing, Emma pinned up against the wall. Our hands explored each others naked bodies. We broke the kiss for a second, and ran hand in hand, into Emma's room, giggling like little school girls. Emma pushed me onto the bed, and continued to kiss me, laying on top of me. I felt like I could kiss her forever. She stopped for a second, and looked down. He threw the cover over her shoulders and pulled her under the umbrella. Her eyes mirrored her fear and he loosened his grip on her arm."Please don't be afraid," he said, " I just saw that you were apparently having car trouble and I thought that I could be of some help. Besides, you're not dressed for being outside in this mess."Her fear seemed to ease a bit but she still seemed like she would run at the first hint that he would do her harm, "I'm sorry. The car just died on me and I just. She could have had me someplace other than a hospital and left me in a dumpster. Later in life, I've come to believe that she didn't leave me. She let me go.Anyway, here I am. An infant boy born prematurely and addicted to crack. The odds were stacked against me. But fate dealt me an ace. A maternity nurse I would come to call Mom. She was older and was unable to have c***dren of her own. Thanks to her, I made it through. Eventually, she would get custody of me. She would tell me, "We had.