It is so plain, she simply needs to stand still, and people move past her, or will stand next to her, without a clue. Her steps are like that of a gho...t, no one has claimed to hear them before.To anyone whom even bothers to acknowledge the fact of her existence, she is a mystery, enigma, and a riddle all set in one package. To say the least, some people find her to be unnerving, like she is a ghost, or some type of undead.Many believe the stories of her having a parent whom was of an. I meant like tea or soda. I dont drink coffee, I hate the way it tastes. Deciding whether he was disappointed or relieved, he said, Of course, I have cola. If you wanted to get drunk though, I would put you up for the night or drive you home. I would never let you drive drunk. She laughed again, this time a little harder, Trying to get me drunk wont help the heartache, Ill just remember in the morning. How innocent she was and at the same time from the things she had said about her relationship. It was a running joke all day. ‘No,’ Angelo responded. ‘And why not?’ Tara asked him. ‘Don’t you find me attractive?’ Tara was buzzed and having fun with Angelo. I actually felt bad for him for a moment. ‘I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that you’re John’s girl.’ ‘Is she?’ I asked. Tara leaned over the table and kissed me, letting me know in no uncertain terms that she was mine. ‘Cut that out,’ Angelo laughed. ‘You’re making me jealous again.’ ‘Come and visit next weekend and. What I saw, I still see to this day looking back, three men and mother were completely nude and performing sex acts on each other.I wanted to look away but there was something primal about the sex that captivated me, especially watching and listening to my mother, and the three men all over her.Daddy was holding my tightly to him and he bent into my ear, 'Can you see where their cocks are'? I nodded, it was the first thing I looked at, especially the man behind mother, as he was thumping into.