Street toughs. The parish church and school two blocks away. Neighborhood grocery store on the corner. Bookie next door to the grocery.My mother loved... and cared for me, teaching me right from wrong, giving me standards, religion, and solace when I needed it. My father loved me, too. Even when he was away, his presence was always there. He taught me right from left and how the streets worked. He gave me different standards - the ones I'd need in my world. They were good parents to my three. ”“Stop trying to tell me what do do!” CRACK! Tommy smote a broad red line across her discolored ass. He could have simply fucked her, then and there, but he promised his brother, he wouldn’t. It made him all the more mad at their mother. CRACK!“AAAA!” Joan wailed.“SHHH!” Tommy warned. He stuffed a quarter of the body towel into his mother’s mouth.CRACK!Joan bit down on the towel and screamed!Tommy didn’t stop at ten swats. He didn’t stop at twenty. By the thirtieth crack of the ruler against. I messaged her around 11pm at night that if comfortable she could reach office by 8:00am in the morning as some work needs to be discussed and a report to be sent by 9:00am. She understood and reached office by 8:00. I actually checked if she wasn’t wearing a bra, panty or petticoat. Wow she was very nervous of losing her saree tugs and I made her more nervous. I unhooked all her blouse hooks leaving the first one and last one intact. This made her look the same and nothing can be seen from any. It might take as long as two months for the legal formalities to be completed but, to all intents and purposes, Liddington-Phipps Ltd was now a subsidiary of WolfgangHaus AG.As expected, the news spread rapidly through the town. The Worker’s Trust held a public meeting at The Vic to discuss ways of stopping the sale. Civil disobedience was on their agenda. I didn’t go to the meeting, but the word at school the next day was that the only ones that appeared interested in stopping the sale were.