Do you think you can help some more of them? I hate to ask..."Brock cut her off with another disarming smile."If you recall, I haven't helped anyone g...et away," he said. "Al and Esmi took care of the first batch and J.C. paid to get Tia out here. I have about a billion Frequent Flyer miles from traipsing all over the country to visit the rest of them. I'm pretty sure we can get everyone home. How many are left, about a dozen?" Some of them have a long way to go," Chastity said. "I know you have. Tell you what, you zip the bags together while I duck out for a piss. You can tell me what side I'm on when I come back."By the time I returned Mom had the bed spread out and she indicated that I could have the right side. When I was starting to remove my jeans she said that she would go and have a final pee herself."Would you mind if I take the light? It's pretty dark out there and I would hate to fall over something." Yeah. That would be fine. I don't need the light in here now. Try not to. “That was the best orgasms ever.”“Really?” I asked, thinking she had just exaggerated.“Yes,” she said. “Nobody ever wanted to watch me like that, it just made everything so intense.”“Wow, I will happily watch you any time,” I said. “You and your pleasure are both beautiful.”Suddenly Sophie burst into tears. I jumped up to go hold her, and forgot my pants were around my ankles. I nearly fell flat on my face, causing tears to turn to laughter. I quickly pulled up my pants, wrapped my arms around. "What was in that letter?"The girl looked up and said, "It's that time again. I hate it!" What time? What do you hate? Who is the letter from?" It's from Ron Jackson. He's my baby's father. He's Ronald Jackson, Jr. It was a great concession for Ron to acknowledge paternity ... as if I ever slept with another guy. He sends $100 a month in child support." 'That time'? What time?" Cindy persisted.Tears were flowing form April's eyes. "Ron plays football. Have you heard of him? I doubt if you.