She was just a normal nagging, always on my ass mother of a teenage boy. However, that all changed one night after my uncle Marty arrived.Now I was ha...nging out in the basement, with two new friends I met at a local xxx-theater, Chris and Matt. Christ was 19, Matt was almost 20, both guys' were about 5' 9 and strong, especially Matt who seemed to lead and they a "bad influence", as my mother harped at me. However, of course, that only made me want to hang with them even more. They had taught me. Composing himself, he continued to lead the way. We kept walking and walking for what seemed like an eternity. We passed corridor after corridor in a never ending maze. Suddenly the receptionist came to an abrupt halt. He was staring at something. I looked past him and gasped in horror at the sight before me. There were many young females all around the same age. What struck me as odd, was their trance like state. They all looked as though they were hypnotised. Not one of them moved a single. SMILE!" He howled."Yup, that's it..." she let go of the poor sod's balls. He collapsed, moaning.Rising back up, she looked around. "Okay, you little wieners, I'm here to publicly apologize for all that -- but I needed to get your attention! The kind of crap we just talked about is probably an extreme case -- but if I was your sponsor, I'd want to know if your little head was in the right place! It all comes back to the fact that you're a poacher anywhere you go -- and sponsors don't have to put. She put the purse on the washbasins shelf and examined herself in the window. 'Damn, I am a mess', she thought. For her standards, she really was. The long shift, desert heat and shitty problem with her ex did their job on her. She looked tired, grumpy and frustrated. Her dark eyeliner was (almost) a mess, the pink lipstick on her puffy lips was pale and her hair which had been pinned up to a cute high bun was tangled up. She had to admit tho, that it still looked good on her. Even a bit.