Only the lights for the dancer on stage were on and the rest of the cinema remained in dusky darkness, so the gals working the seats and offering "com...any" had lots of freedom. And it was during my second visit to the cinema that I met a lovely mature lady who went by the name of Debbie.Debbie was about 5' 6" tall with curly dark blonde hair, mid 30s, thin body with ~36C cups tits and a hairy pussy. The day I met her I had actually gone into to enjoy some company with stripper Honey Moons, a. ..hear them screaming, shouting, cursing my people's ways. Heathens, wizards, witches, harlots...we gypsies are a hated people. I do not remember a time in all my 18 years when we were not hated. My family constantly moving from town to town, only wishing to make a living. We are a large family, nearly 50. Parents, Children, Grandparents going back several generations, cousins, aunts, uncles...we are not all vulpine, as I am...some are feline, canine, bovince, equine, mustiline...all. ‘Have a great anniversary,’ Marissa winked before giving both Brent and Amanda a hug. ‘Oh, we will,’ Mandy gave her a secret smile. Brent waited for the valet to return with their car. After helping her into the passenger’s seat, he put the wheelchair in the back and got in. The drive home was short. Amanda’s stomach churned nervously. If the arrangements she had made had been carried out, her anniversary present to Brent would be waiting when they got home. Sure enough, the lights in the house. As each was opened, Harry cried with glee and delight as he sat amidst a pile of torn wrapping paper and ribbon. That was such a good Christmas. ‘Mom?’ came the voice of Harry from the doorway. Roberta returned from her memories and stood to turn toward her son. ‘Oh, Harry. It’s so good to see you,’ she said taking him in her arms and holding him. ‘Mom, why didn’t you tell us dad was…’ ‘Harry…’ Roberta couldn’t finish. Tears flowed down her cheeks. All the weeks of pent up grief suddenly burst.