It was as if no one was actually living there.“I noticed that,” Dan said.“Did you know that before today?” Diana asked.“No. She never talks ...bout herself. All she ever does is gossip. She’s always talking about other people,” Dan answered. He stopped the car at the curb in front of their home.Diana said, “I don’t think she has a life of her own. She’s living through other people.”“I suspect that you’re right,” Dan said turning off the engine. He turned off the headlights and the car was. "You came here with me, and didn't even know my name?" she asked."I didn't need to know it. I still don't, if you are willing to answer to 'hay you' all night." I said."Well that's an interesting way to look at it. My name is Mary Ellen Hopkins. You can call me either of them," she said."Alright Mary Ellen, I shall try to make you proud of me." I said."Good, then go dance with one of those tall African gentlemen," she said."The closest thing to the African experience they have is having once. We’d decided, that is Mum had decided then told me, that I wouldn’t take a lot of stuff with me. A week’s worth of clothes, my phone, a couple of books and enough toiletries to last me the same week as the clothes. I could wash the clothes in James’ washer, and dry them either in his dryer or on the line in his back yard, anything I needed over what I took, it would be easier to buy over there. I didn’t take my laptop, again deciding that it would be better to buy one in America. And although I. But I was out of options. I covered myself with my hands the best that I could, and called out to them. At first, they seemed to ignore me until they noticed that I was naked. Then they eagerly offered their assistance. I found myself standing between these two boys, both of whom attentively inspected every curve of my body, trying to imagine what my boobs and pussy looked like, except for my forearm and hands covering them. Both enjoyed an unobstructed view of my bare runner’s ass, tight and.