”“Easy there big boy. Focus on the task. We can’t do anything about the idiots, but we can get this lady back where she belongs,” said Jack. �...�Oh, try to take it easy on the bottle while you are there. I’d hate to have that be the mistake that fucks you.”“You’re right. I do need to slow down. Since Becky left, I’ve been fucking everything in a skirt and drinking anything put in front of me,” said Steve as he sniffed the air. “Oh hell. That reminds me, I need a fucking shower. When am I in the. She the ordered me into the family room where I had to sit the wearingnightgown and rollers while my uncle and cousins taunting me and callingme sissy. I was thankful when it was bed time because I had my ownbedroom. The rollers felt as they were going to put holes in my head.What have I gotten myself into I thought as I laid there trying to fallasleep.I slept like crap that night. I went to go out of my room only to findthe door locked. Thankfully Aunt Sharon let me out in time for me to getto. It’s probably the opposite, but you make me laugh so much it hurts.”She came back at three o’clock. “They let me off early. Low call volume. Hold me?”I held my arms out and took her into them and pulled her onto my lap. She fell asleep, then I leaned my head on hers and followed her right there in my office chair.That was how Jessica found us. Me holding her mother, dried tear stains running down her cheeks. She left us there until she had her books in the kitchen, changed clothes, and stuck a. That was extent of our interactions until I reached sixteen and started to mature. That’s when Patty seemed to notice me and she started paying attention to me.But it wasn‘t the kind of attention a mother pays to her teenage son. It was more like a big sister fooling around with her kid brother or an older woman flirting with a teenage boy. Whatever her reasoning for treating me the way she did was I really didn‘t know or care because I loved it. I was also getting a wicked case of hot pants.