My guys figured they used directional microphones and IR cameras to see who was home. That means the bastards knew Brenda’s flight schedule. How cou...d they?”“You are a dumb ex-cop who does not bribe or intimidate people or offer them drugs or girls and you could have gotten the flight info, right? People are so helpful when you push the right buttons. Darnel is a master at picking the right buttons. Plus he has a total lack of scruples.”“Okay, I know that now. Anyways, a little later, just. I hurriedly started to gather my clothes, so did Smita. ‘Hold on, son. Don’t be shy. I have seen you in your birthday suit many times when you were small and young. What is the difference?’ I was shocked to the core. ‘What do you expect from me, mom? Please don’t tell this to anyone. Punish me, but keep this secret. I promise, I shall never do it now’, I told mom. Mom laughed and said, ‘Done. I shall keep this secret – provided you let me enjoy with you. You will have to fuck me.’ I said, ‘What. Will you be free tomorrow afternoon?”“Why?”“So we can have a stroll and then enjoy tea in one of those fancy parlours.”She scrunched her nose which looked very cute. “I’ll have to go through my dresses to find one I can wear in a tea parlour. Oh, wait! This is not an attempt to make you pay for one! I am sure I can find something.”“Shall I pick you up here, or where do you live?”“Here is better.” She smiled. “You wouldn’t want me to show up where you live either.”“Well, I have a Marine sentry. I know that too. You stare at me pained, hopeful, and wary. What are you waiting for? This cocktail of me-suppressing drugs is no recipe for love. I can barely feel me, let alone you. I feel resentment stirring. Blessed resentment! That’s something, that’s mine. August They say I’m doing better. I’m off Suicide Street and have moved to Pitiful Parade. And they say that’s better. I wish you wouldn’t visit so often. I don’t want to hear about life outside, it has no meaning in here. And I wish.