Ronnie said, "But dark is... different."Martha repeated, softly, "I know,".I said, "What are you two talking about?"Ronnie chuckled. "It's our special...language, see. I call it dark. Martha calls it something else. Wicked. But they're different." How?"Ronnie thought momentarily, her eyes on mine. "Wicked is more physical. Earthy. Hot. Dark is romantic. Sublime. More of an idea than an act. More spontaneous. It depends on your mood. It's a different mood altogether." She glanced at Martha. "I. After mom was satisfied about how pretty, and girlish I looked. Sheescorted over to one side of the room and had me turn around to face herfull-length mirror on the wall.Oh-My Gosh! I almost fell over. There in the mirror, looking back atme,was what looked like a really cute looking 3 or 4-year-old littlegirl, who was holding on to this really cute baby doll. Only the girl inthe mirror was really me. I just couldn't believe what I saw! The way myhair was done, how I was dressed, I really looked. The world we live in is crazy. "Who is it" I called from inside the closet."Its me" a voice called back."Well I dont't know a me" Brandon open the door already" I opened the door the pistol in hand, only to look like a fool. It was my sister Margie, who I hadn't seen in weeks. She only visited when she needed something mainly cash. Although not thrilled she was here I have to admit it beat me having to use the tool in my hand."What the fuck boy you in some kind of trouble, put that shit away.". "Clay, is it? Clay, sir, your daughter is in good hands. So is your grandson. I know that you'll miss them, but they're just moving to my place right outside of town. Feel free to visit them and even take Trevor for a day or two. We'll be family soon. I hope that we all get along well," Dan shook Clay's hand."So, you're Mom's new boyfriend. What do I call you?" Trevor finally added his two cents. He was truly curious as to what kind of man would date his mother. She was pretty, he knew, but she.