It just sucks that she gets all the attention and I get swept under the rug at every opportunity. Whenever Christmas time comes around my mother would... write a lavish letter to everyone about how proud she is of her daughter. 75% at least is dedicated to Cassidy while I always end up being a footnote. Almost every picture that has Cassidy and I in it she is always the focal point. There are moments in my life where I wish I was Cassidy and she could be me. For once in my life I want to feel. I know you made her very happy. Thank you for coming."Bret was at a loss for words and his eyes started to water.The burial the next day was equally sad. Services were at the gravesite and Kim was lowered into the ground next to her husband. Bret took a pass on going to the restaurant where the returns were being held. This was a time he wanted to be alone.A few days later, his phone rang and when he answered it and identified himself, he heard, "Mr. Frazier, my name Edward Reynolds. I am an. With a wink he fished the money out of his discarded trousers and tried to tuck it seductively into my only remaining item of clothing, my hitched up miniskirt. However he managed to drop three twenties onto the floor, and I had to stifle a laugh as he bent to retrieve them. He must have heard the slight giggle that escaped though, as he scowled, pulled on his clothes and left without another word. Thankfully, Pimples wasn’t a regular of mine. He had to be one of the worst shags i’ve ever had,. And to my surprise I catch a peeping tom dick in hand bent over gasping"What the hell are you doing!?" I scream at him, as he staggers for his words I come to a realization that, he has the one thing in the world I want right now. A nice, long,stiff,hard cock. "Why don't you just come in and we finish together?" I say as I smile at him to let him know I mean serious business. Before he could get fully into my first story room I was yanking his shirt off, not bad looking for a guy who has to.