She was one of the few people who had shown me kindness during that awful year I lived on the streets, a twelve year old girl had shown more compassio...n and had more empathy for a disheveled, grimy homeless dude than almost anyone else. And for that I love her. She would speak to me kindly and share her lunch with me, I know her parents disproved but she did it anyway. I have red hair, did you know there was such a thing as kick a ginger day? When the other kids were cruel to me she would defend. “Yes, I let him know that he was going to be a millionaire when he got out. But that didn’t seem to register with him, not while I was there. I guess the shock was just too much for him; I can tell you it would have been for me for damn sure,” he said.“And, Candace?” she said.“I just mentioned that we had a child. He didn’t react to that either. All he seemed to care about was you, or maybe your marriage to me. He sees it as you dumping him, and he’s hurt. Bad hurt,” said Blake.“I did not dump. When I was sniffing her wafting scent and preparing to plunge into her pussy, she stopped me taking my head with her hands and told me, "Wait my dear, today I repay you, let me make love to you".I could see my mother's sexy body, barely hidden in her negligee, her breasts and her bountiful muff under her belly. "You're beautiful, Mom. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen".She smiled with a pleased look on her face. She turned around in my arms, not a bit ashamed that she was rubbing her. One girl dominated in most of those images. She looked something familiarto me. In the last picture, Melanie and that girl were in short dresseswith big flowers on them. Their hair was long and loose and they both werehappy and smiling. The next photographs were from Dad's parents' funeral.My Dad was there too like still a young boy but already in uniform."Who's that girl?" I asked. "She looks as if I know her." Oh, you know her," Melanie replied. "Her name's Sammie." Your Mom had called my Dad.