I loved her very much. One Valentine's day, I brought her a red rose from the Post Exchange. It upset her greatly. After I got her to stop crying, I a...sked her why. She told me that red roses were for someone you are dating and that white roses were for your one true love. I told her to wait and I ran two miles back to the Post Exchange. I grabbed two dozen white roses and ran back to her. One year later, to the day, a drunk driver jumped a curb, killing her and my child she was carrying. I laid. The sun had set behind the city’s skyline as the bus had gotten through the wall surrounding Vale. Then the bus had passed a section of the industrial sector and over a bridge into a quiet residential area. It was at the other end where the bus stopped at a station at the edge of the central part of town, just over another bridge.Having gotten off without paying any lien Gray took in his surroundings. The bus station was connected to a bus depot and a Dust station, for filling up on fuel, just. Ariana was gathering her own crowd. Several of the frat boys were making their way toward her. A couple had been outside when she did her verbal smack down. They gave her plenty of attention, bumping and grinding on her. She turned around, putting her back to Nate, pressing his favorite body part against his now hard erection. The blood drained from Nate’s face when Ariana whispered, “I want to choose one of these boys to join us. I’m craving some extra cock tonight.” Nate stammered, but was. As he entered the room the sight which awaited him stopped him in his tracks. The Princess, his mother, was waiting quietly for him, dressed in the harem uniform of open bolero and transparent, split trousers. As he walked in she knelt in obeisance before him."Master, thank you for sparing time for me," she said."Go and dress in your western clothes, please mother," he said, "and in future wear whatever you wish in the Palace."As she rose he saw that her figure was admittedly thicker than that.