As the song plays, I look in the rearview mirror and see my cousins all starting to dance and sing along, having a good time. My cousin, Sandra, who i... sitting directly behind me leans forward and wraps her hands around my upper chest, just below my neck. She gives me a quick squeeze then says over the music, ‘Thank you for taking us. We would be lost already without you. If there is anything I can do for you today, just let me know.’ I smile and answer, ‘Thank you Sandra. I am just happy we. . you fish for boys while you are supposed to be helping with training." Mama!"Michael put his hand up. "Nate, your mama and I need to say some things to each other. Please let us..." Ma'am, no, I don't make a habit of picking up boys on the teams I help. And Nate is nineteen years old now - no longer a boy."As predicted, she steepled her fingers and looked up at the ceiling. "Your son is special. I was attracted to him by his strong work ethic and the bright light he is to others on his team.". “Holy Mother Mary!” The Mother once more exclaimed. But then her breath was hot in my ear. “Slut,” she whispered, and her hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed me forward. I had no choice but to bend over the chair’s backrest and catch my weight with my arms on the table’s edge. My tits dangled obscenely below me, and I saw some sisters cover their eyes - but others, especially among the younger ones, kept staring with fascination. I tried to remember all their faces. The backrest. I was kind of accustomedto Corie's outbursts of frustration and pain. "Your complexion is soooperfect!" I giggled. She began to really inspect the vanity."This is a nice piece. Regency?" I don't know." I looked down at my nails. Whenever I felt challengedor threatened, or saddened, I looked at my manicure. This was an oldhabit acquired when I first met Kate and Meg. I admired Meg's perfectmanicure. Her first act of affirming the real me was to do my nails inthe same tinted clear polish.