She gasped and began tugging on her mother’s pant leg. Her mother looked at where her daughter was pointing. She picked her up and rushed off away f...om where they stood. She must have noticed my eyes. They were red and gold surrounded by a ring of black and glowed in the dark. I never knew how I had gotten them. Everything about me seemed to be strange and abnormal. My ears were pointed at the tips, my hair was a hue nature never made, and my teeth were long and pointy like an animal’s fangs.. B. a whiny little bastard, forgetting that he literally WAS one, not just figuratively.It put a wedge between us that lasted for quite a while.In an attempt to make amends, I prepared to have J.B. come home with me, but then dad died. After the funeral, I realized that mom needed J.B. around her for security and companionship.But, I suppose losing her husband made her lose some inner will, and she passed away within the next year.I was there when she died, J.B. crying in my arms, wondering why. I figure its just me and continue to enjoy my massage.As you get to my lower back you folds the towel down abit, I seems a bit low but I cant really tell withoutturning around but my husband notices that a littlecrack is showing. Once you do the lower back you movethe towel back up but then folds the side up givingaccess to outer thighs. Again its hard to tell how farthe towel is but my husband notices that a little cheekis showing on both sides and as you massages the sidesyour hand also catch. But he did. He saw the tear and the fear and he wanted to just stop the car in the middle of the street, pull her into his lap and hold her as tightly as possible. What he did so was to reach over, grab her hand and bring it to his mouth where he kissed it softly."Cheri, my love, I will never leave you. For almost my whole life you have been my loving mother, the one who took care of me and protected me. Now you are my lover, my woman and my life. How could I, or more precisely, why would I.