You have your whole life to be Nancy Peterman."I grinned and shook my head, because I realized my mother was right about mylife not being a race. I c...rushed out my cigarette and reached for my case.At the same time, Mom was laughing and I looked at her for an explanation."I'm Sorry, Nancy, but it is deliriously sexy to think of you being a wifeto Ken and a mother to Ben and Abby. And don't tell me it doesn't turn youon just a little bit.I shot her a mischievous smile as I lit my cigarette.. "Show me your boobs first, bitch…” The black man insisted.This huge bastard stared at me, waiting patiently; arms crossing his chest.“I will not show you my boobs… I just need a phone to call for help…”He then smiled with an evil grin across his face and yelled at me:“Now the price is different… I will fuck your round tight asshole instead”"Please..." I begged sobbing in tears. “I just need a phone…”"After I take this niece piece of ass you have, bitch…” He insisted.My trembling hands reached. How are your parents?” he said when he saw me. “Hungover but okay.” He laughed. “Yeah, they did have a bit too much to drink.” “I guess they are not used to it, they don’t drink much at home.” “Oh, well we Italian always have wine with dinner, it’s part of the fun.”At that moment I heard voices and a few seconds later Paola and Rina walked in. They were both dressed in colorful wraps that they had tied around their hips and wore bikini tops. Rina’s boobs almost escaped the small flap of fabric. Unlike Martha, whose job demanded that she return to work for the week between Christmas and New Years (unless she took it off as vacation), I was off from the third week of December, until the second week of January, for Winter Break.That was how it came about that several days after the Christmas debacle; I was going out to the grocery store to do some shopping. While we still had a huge amount of left-overs, there were also items that we needed to replenish — diet sodas, a big one, since I.