.if I do that, will you leave?" she sobbed."It's possible," he replied."You promise?" she inquired."Teach, I don't think your in a position to make de...ands," he added.Chris dropped her head in shame. "Ok," she said."I didn't hear that, What did you say?" OK," she shot back a little louder, with anger."Joe, cue some music for the old lady,"A tall, skinny, young, white man picked up his cell phone, hit play, and placed it over the fireplace. A loud, raunchy rap number began to fill the. Sissy was going with him.When Sissy ran up the stairs to her Momma’s room she was so excited she was out of breath. She ran in the room and Mary was sitting on the side of the bed, with Little Eli sitting beside her. There was a bedroll, rolled up neat and tight with extra blankets inside the oilskin. Her Momma was smiling as she held her arms out for her.“Sissy, you sit in the floor with Little Eli and let me braid your hair tight so it’ll be easier to travel with.”Sissy sat in the floor,. She was very excited, thinking how wonderful things were turning out for her.When she carried the platter of sandwiches and frosted pitcher of lemonade into the living room, she saw that her son was sitting next to Sandra, his hand under her dress, feeling her little cunt. She smiled at them, sitting the food and drink on the coffee table. Sandra was no longer as shy as she had been at first. She acted like a young girl who was preparing to get involved in something that was deliciously. A guy can go around looking like a slob with no worries whatsoever about what people think! I wish I was that lucky."Jonathan saw a perfect cue and picked up the statue. "I wish I could be lucky enough to be a girl like you."Rebecca noticed the cue as well and reached over to grab the statue. "Put that down, it's a priceless heirloom!" she said.The director smiled, this is the best part. Of course it'd be better if they said something less lame like "I wish I was you" or "I wish I had your.