Her head popped up off my shoulder, the movements in her lap ceased. She looked at me, red-faced, with just a hint of a smile. "I'm so sorry," she whi...pered, "it's been such a long night, and I can't seem to sleep without getting rid of some of this frustration."I looked across at her husband, still sound asleep, his snoring a little louder now. I smiled back at her and told her I understand.I reached my arm around her, and pulled her back against my body. I whispered in her ear "Go ahead and. >"just what?" said the woman.>"Its just... She was my mother." Vilen said and looked at the woman thinking she’d be afraid and want her to leave and never come back. But she looked sorry for her. Vilen smiled slightly and said. "I’ll be on my way. Thank you again for telling me the story. It was nice to know something about my father." She said and turned to leave. When she put her hand on the door the old woman called to her. "I hope you feel better. She was only doing it out of love. She. Smiling isn’t my strong suit. In fact, showing any emotion on my face is something I’m not comfortable with. Still I give him a smile. ‘Hi Charles.’ He huffs in response. I know calling him Charles pisses him off and that I’m being a bitch. ‘Come on, I told ya, no one but my mother calls me that.’ I grin. I love getting a rise out of him. He knows it too. ‘Anyway boss, what’s the plan today?’ This is why I like him. He’s playful and jolly but thoroughly professional. No wonder he is a ‘guy’s. There is already a famous football player nicknamed 'The Refrigerator.' Ike is the only black dude on the team who is not well-endowed. It could be the steroids. He's so embarrassed by his lack of manhood he won't even take a shower with the team. But he makes up for his lack of wood with his other talents so the ladies say. He can muff it for hours on end without coming up for air. I've seen him do it. Talk about turning an ice box into a hot box! James doesn't care much for foreplay so he.