Like Mary I had a disturbed upbringing and with Mum getting divorced again I see things changing again, my stepdad is weird though so maybe it’s for...the good. I am very close to my Mum and Mary. I am looking forward to working in Frank’s garden.I first got to like gardening a couple of years ago when one of Mums friends wanted some help, she was a widow who was in her late 40’s and wanted her grass cut each week, it wasn’t a big garden and quite secluded with a nice sun trap. Her name was Julie. 'The guy bellowed out ' ... this my damn house and you don't bring your Bitches in here with out my say so! I ought to kick both your sorry asses out. It was then that the huge brute looked at me and his expression changed as he held me by my ankle looking down at me.He looked at me and then at Bruce and back at me and then he started to smile wickedly. He said to no one particular ' ... you sorry ass Bitch, this ain't even a real Bitch some fucking sissy ass teenager you in here fucking on my. I kept running and eatingright. Studying took a lot of time. On Wednesday's I would ride in tothe Center for a day long series of tests and interviews. Tuesday andThursday evenings I had dance aerobics. I had signed up for the wrongnights so I was in a class full of 30 something Moms trying to get backinto shape. It was okay though it let me learn some moves without fearof looking uncool. When I had time I hung out with my new friendsduring the day. We swam a lot. That guy Jeff finally got the. ‘Don’t worry your pretty head about my servants, Amanda, I will send them away. Come with me.’ His sweaty palm grabbed her hand, pulling her with him further into the house, her bare, unfettered breast jiggling provocatively. With each step, Strand’s glances over his shoulders devoured her naked flesh. Amanda had to almost run, such was her host’s urgency as he dragged her by the hand up a narrow staircase and along a short, pine panelled corridor to the rear of the house. The door he.