But now toyou. I've seen you in the Mall lately. May I ask you a question, er--?" Jona. Jona Webster." Jona helped out. "Please ask. But I don't know ...etif I can answer." Okay. I accept. But my question is: Why are you thinking that a goodlooking girl like you should work so hard to appear as a bad boy?" Well, Ms Jackson ..." "Rebecca. Or Becky. To hear this adult Mrs.Jackson I don't feel old enough. But please continue." Okay, Rebecca... It's a queer story. Being five, I lost my real Mom.Six. Even if I did get mildly scorched by the sun too.The following day feeling a lot less enthusiastic I rode to my Uncle Jimmy's house, aching quite a bit to wash his car. As it was, it was my Aunt Miriam who answered the door. My Uncle was a policeman at the time and was out at work."Hi David," she greeted me. "Jimmy said you'd be round. Let me get you the stuff and you can make a start." Hi Aunty," I replied and waited as she bustled off to get a bucket and cloths.Miriam was a very slim woman. I had my queen sized bed set up in my living room as being disabled it was more convenient for me. We talked for a bit then they changed into sleeping clothes. Coming back out Alyssa was wearing a blue and white sleep bra with a pair of loose blue shorts and nothing else. Her daughter Kayla was wearing a light blue short teddy and nothing else. As we sat watching the television I noticed Alyssa was nodding off a d suggested they go to bed. Kayla laughed and said her mom had taken sleeping. He spins to see the most shockingly beautiful girl he's ever seen. About seventeen, great tits, big brown eyes... She holds up a photo of Chaz and he grabs it. On the back it says "This is Marie. Take care of her. Hank."Chaz looks up at Marie again and curses himself, his brother and the entire world before grinning and leading Marie to a less crowded area."Do you have any bags?" Marie just looks at him. Lordy she didn't even know English. How absolutely...no he couldn't think that. This kid.