Especially since most of Mother's best intentions usually went wrong. Not that things didn't 'work out', but - ***My childhood wasn't a typical one, n...ot with a mother that vowed to keep her only child out of trouble at any cost. One summer, the neighborhood's tough kids in a sort of loose gang once roughed me up when I was only six years old, over some disputes over who won the street kick ball game. When I went home that evening, my face was all bloody and my shirt was all ripped to pieces.. “Why?” I asked, totally oblivious to what he was puzzled about.“Well, the choo-choo train is not sure whether it wants to enter your top or your bottom tunnel,” he sniggered.I had never received a toy train as a child and had always resented my parents for that oversight. Now it appeared that my wish had finally come true, with interest.Without waiting for my response, Okie then said, “Get on your back with your head off the edge of the bed.”As I received my next face-fucking, I was also. There was a playfulness in Jill’s eyes as I lay between her splayed thighs and entered her as if she knew what was on my mind. She immediately hooked her legs around the small of my back. “Come on, lover. Take me back. Make me your’s again. Make me forget all about the man you lent me to last night.”Bitch! But I loved her, her smile telling me this was all just part of a game we were sharing. Just as last night was a game we’d played – with Daryl, however nice a guy he was, just an extra in a. . not like some... what's your name anyway?" Rod... Rod Scouries..." Do ya get to fuck em?" Go back to Kansas or wherever you came from sweetie," I said, dismissing her as I stood to go."Hey, hey I'm sorry," she shouted to my retreating back, "and it's Chicago." I knew you had to be a Midwesterner," I said shaking my head as I looked back. "North side or south?" Sox rule." Oh Christ, a Goth, punk, druggie loser." You're not a Cubs fan are you?" she laughed. "And you're calling me a loser?"I.