Mona: Haha. She is my sister, Ayan!Ayan: Exactly. That is why I don’t want you to tell her. She will not like it!Mona: You don’t know her.Ayan: I ...know her very well!Mona: You just don’t know her, Ayan.Ayan: I admit I made a mistake thinking I know my mother well. But, I am certain I know my Aunt!Mona: Nope! Lol!Ayan: What is that I do not know about her?!Mona: Well. She loves such kinky stuff.Ayan: Mom! We are not doing anything kinky, Mom. We are just two extremely lost souls. I wish I could. Jack Griffin was the special client I had invited and I had asked Cathy to make sure Jack was looked after throughout the evening, and as she was dressed to kill, I’m sure Jack would really appreciate her attention he was known as a bit of a ladies and leg man, Jack was around sixty years of age Cathy certainly fitted his type hence the reason for the heels and legs, jack was now a single guy again having been married three times and separated from his third wife, Jack had never been on these. Sunlight streamed in through the large kitchen window, bathing us in its warmth as we sat around the table. Mom was bustling around, completing breakfast for me, Susan was just finishing hers and preparing to leave for school. I was watching mom, watching in a way I never had before. She was wearing an old terry cloth robe belted at the waist, and was barefoot. Her hair was pulled up into a knot on the top of her head with a few strands still clinging, wetly to the nape of her neck from her. And you’re hurt. Let me help you.”The man stepped closer, almost gliding as he walked. “No!” exclaimed Dakota, stepping back. “I’m fine, really.”“You’re bleeding,” he said as he touched her arm. “And you’re soaked. You must freezing. And when was the last time you ate? I may not have a working phone, but I can feed you, bandage your wounds, and clean you up. Come. I’ll run you a hot bath. I don’t think I have any clothes for a woman, but maybe I have something you can wear for now.”His gentle.