And there was no way he would tie himself down to some skank and watch her turn into a dried up slut.” According to my grandmother, it took my mothe... less than a minute to make a deal. She would bbe a stay at home mom, raise me to be thin and cute and then when I turned 15 I would be his.It was like that picture where you look at it and see 2 faces until all of a sudden it’s a picture off a vase.My life made so much more sense to me. My Dad had always been a very touching loving father. But he. Aroslav: ... when you were thirteen, alone, and without an adult seems amazing. How?GYPSY: King of hearts. My lovely, precious king of hearts—though really, it was the whole family. Papa Aaron, Mama Peace, and their children, Davis and Darling. They were really David and Darlene, but I misunderstood the names with my limited English and their total lack of Romani. We communicated mostly through sign language and charades. I learned English as I traveled with them through Europe.aroslav: They. He was definitely enjoying the view of her body and had made a few comments to that end. He casually touched her around the waist a few times or put his hands on her shoulders in a flirty way. But Rachel still sensed something was holding him back. She pushed the thought out of her mind and continued to enjoy herself as the four of them drank and laughed into the afternoon. They had been there for close to two hours when the boys challenged them to a game of beer pong. The girls had giggled and. It was a long, convoluted story, involving one of her fellow students whose husband had somehow found himself sucked into a fairly serious scam. Hubby was one of those guys with more sex appeal than sense—I knew him vaguely, his best talent (outside the bedroom) was playing the violin, actually quite nicely though not well enough to do it professionally—who'd wanted to "prove" himself to his wife by showing a business ability he in fact didn't possess.Economically he'd married up, and the wife,.