Finally, Mary rolled on her side and propped herself up on her elbow. ‘We need to talk,’ she said. ‘About what?’ Matt rolled on his side, faci...g her. ‘I thought we already talked about that stuff.’ ‘We did talk about some things,’ Mary said. ‘But there are others we didn’t discus.’ Matt looked puzzled. ‘Like what?’ ‘Well, what about Ricky?’ Mary said. ‘Damn, I never thought about him,’ Matt said. ‘Yeah, I guess that is a problem, isn’t it?’ Mary nodded. ‘I don’t know what to do about him,’ she. He was so old he looked like a skeleton with skin and he moved.So my mom’s early childhood was a Kentucky farm during the Great Depression. She told us one year for Christmas she got a single orange and that was it. No Christmas dinner, no other gifts. A single orange was the whole kit and caboodle. When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys came over and one of them wanted to have sex with her. When she refused, he got angry and grabbed a shotgun and tried to kill her. One of. She flushed again but this time with shame. Immediately, she regretted playing the game, opening the champagne or even having a single one of her dreams.Genevieve leaned closer and rested her hand just above Diana’s knee.“I don’t get it,” she smiled, “pretend there’s a customer here?” Her little nose crinkled up, like she really wanted to figure this out. Diana could tell she was a bit tipsy. Maybe, this would work or at least be written off as a liquid bit of nonsense.“You said that if a. I dont know at what point she stopped breastfeeding me, but sometimes when I squeezed or slept on top of one, milk would come out. I always thought it was normal, but it had been a few years since last time she breastfed me, but she was still lactating. I didnt think of it until much later that the lactation might have been the reason her breasts were so big, full, and erect. I had been tempted to suck on her tits many times, but felt embarrased about. I did like to lay on them and press on.