Gerry knewSergeant Mike and Mom went way back and he was one of the reasons thelocal pimps like Parnello and Big Daddy left her alone.When Mom was wor...king her part time job, he stayed with Joey and Sasha.They were an education in themselves. Chapter 3: Families Are FamiliesMom's relationship to the two gay men was unclear and Gerry viewed itas her business. Joey was tall, thin old and with a sad look and Sashawas plump, fluttery and manic.Joey had been an artist and decided owning art galleries. Probably he understood seeing the restlessness in my eyes .So he voluntarily stopped and got down from car to ease himself. So did my husband .I shuffled helplessly marooned by selfish hubby .My FIL looked back and asked if I wanted. To go out as well, I felt so shy to say yes yet nodded. He pointed go that way. It was meaningless for I was not looking anywhere. I did not wait for my hubby to come and assist even.I came out and walked towards a secluded area behind some bushes raised the lower. "You're not a criminal or anything are you?" You didn't notice my name?" said Oxana with some scepticism. "My family's Russian. Or at least they were originally. Neither my mum or dad has ever been further east than Margate, but they still gave me a Russian name. The bastards!" Isn't your daughter's name also Russian?" Iris remarked as she tossed the copper into the designated bucket and started to tear apart the plastic cover that sealed the defunct electrical components. "At least I think. She had to find some kid with the necessary cowboy items so she would dress up like a rootin-tootin cowgirl and Cheryl knew from seeing me around the neighborhood that I had a pretty awesome set of cowboy guns, holster, and the whole nine yards. I readily loaned her my stuff, but as soon as Cheryl left my house I began to hatch a plot on how I was going to exact the necessary payback for her using my stuff. She thought she was going to endure some female hazing and stress in order to make it.