There were beer cans all over the place, piled up dirty bed sheets on the two beds, and water was pouring in through the broken window. Critters had b...en in the house, and a dead bird was in a corner, with feathers all around. Animal feces were scattered all around the kitchen area. Couches were overturned in the sitting area, their pillows scattered. I watched Jack turn and head back outside, and a few seconds later he had re-closed the shutters, somehow jimmying them shut, stopping the worst. "I already know you got laid, just want the dirt."I told her, all of it."Ah, so ... that's what gets you. You're an exhibitionist" Cleo Labeled me.I scowled at her. "You're not being any help." What!? There's nothing wrong with it! It's just a trigger that turns you on." There are all kinds of things that turn me on. I don't need to be marked, filed and labeled." I said fully frustrated by her."I didn't say you did. And that's a good thing. Having many things turn you on keeps life full of. She could see only so far, and instead of the maternal dream of having a home on some clear lake or cooking food for the father and her child, she was locked so suddenly into finding a decent job and an apartment. Sure she had ideas. She wanted to build a life with her son. Funny how dreams remain so simple, and yet to arrive at those dreams one has to cross streams of complexities, seas of conflict and confrontation, and oceans of uncertainty. There is no grander, more illustrious, and more. . panic over.I managed to get her straight leg bent at the knee and had to chuckle as she looked like a frog with both legs wide bent at the knee but what was in front of me was enticing. I bent down and ran my tongue up her crack forcing it between the flesh, OMG she was warm and her aroma was hitting me, she murmured again under her breath but not waking so I repeated the process but this time pushing my tongue further between her crack, Mmm.I gently placed my hands on her soft rounded cheeks.