I don’t know the details, haven’t wanted to, I mean, come on, they’re my folks, Dad’s considerably older than Mom, they’re both fairly conse...rvative, but I know that Dad has fucked other women. I can’t prove it and never felt the need. Mom’s not blind. She has to know. I’m fairly sure that she’s slept with at least another man or two since the marriage, despite her moral facade. Probably not a consistent thing and she’s presumably felt guilt about it, but that’s neither here nor there.“Mom’s. If you got hit with one as it deployed, instead of relying on a seat belt right now, you would do a lot of damage that we might not be able to fix."Your eye socket is fine, as are your cheek bones, but the rest of the damage needs attention. We'll get it all taken care of quickly, and you won't be able to tell by looking that anything happened. Such is the advantage of young skin and bones."The doctors crowded around me, as I got ready to exit the hospital and head back to the White House.. He was raised by his mother, his mothers pimp, and the other girls the pimp managed. As a small child, the girls happily played with him and watched over him, and although he knew who his biological mother was, none of the girls acted more like a mother figure than the rest. He simply bounced from one girl to the next. As he grew older, the girls lost interest. He watched girls come and go, watched them as they sold themselves, got high on drugs, were beaten by pimps or clients, and struggled. He wondered if the same nightmares that haunted his dreams haunted hers, or if she had forgotten all of her fears in the peaceful world of sleep.She really was a beautiful girl, and now that he had the chance to really look at her body, he found it very appealing. She was a tiny girl, with a slender frame and developing breasts. She lay on her back, with one knee thrown over the other and one of her hands lying next to her pretty little face. Lance reached out and brushed away a strand of her.