"She said, "Your Mom wished you happy birthday when we were at your house and I didn't even think about it. I missed your birthday. I didn't get you a...present, I didn't make you a cake, and I didn't wake you up with a blowjob. I'm a horrible slave. I'm so sorry." I got kind of pissy last year but now I'm used to it. It is not your job or anyone else's to make my birthday special." Just as I said that, the phone rang. It was my grandparents. They sang to me and wished me a happy birthday. We. That summer I flew out to Santiago as we had made plans to tour Chile, Peru and Bolivia. We kept well off the tourist route, traveling by local trains and busses, staying at cheap hotels and hostels. After going north along the coast we crossed into Peru, eventually arriving at Lima. We left the Peruvian capital and turned east, traveling on ramshackle trains and buses towards the Bolivian border. We intended to cross into Bolivia at a small border crossing that closed at night, and planned to. ‘I always knew how to get you didn’t I?’ Alex shrugged, irritated that he had managed to be hoodwinked by her nonsense yet again, but also a little relieved that she hadn’t destroyed his mother’s prized possession. Alex made his way across to her silently and held his hand out for his mother’s ornament. Diane held it out of reach and stopped Alex in his tracks by lifting her long toned leg and placing her stiletto clad heel in the centre of his chest, ‘Now that I have your attention, would you. She tried to purge her mother's voice from her mind, but it came creeping back like a freezing bone--numbing fog. "Dear God," she prayed silently, "don't let me be like mother and Aunt Margaret. Don't make it repulsive or painful..." The dread, however, continued to raise in her. She was close to tears when they checked into the motel. The manager almost seemed to smirk at her when he led the way to their suite. Inside, there was a bottle of champagne on ice -- courtesy of the owner -- and.