And who really cared what the neighbors thought? If those stupid bitches knew anything about how to please a man, none of them would try to look at h...er, would they? Besides, she knew who owned her, heart and soul, and if she wanted to show off for him, that was good… wasn’t it? Except… For some reason… It displeased him. No, no… be fair. It didn’t displease him, it made him uncomfortable. This was quite confusing. After all, he didn’t mind when she dressed up. ” She nodded.They were sitting in a conference room of the bank. Who were the they? Carlton Hanson, Lea Hanson, James Hightower, Bernard Costley J.D. Stella Perez bank manager; and there was one other man, Jesse Russo, the man’s lawyer for all of the last thirteen years.“That does it,” said Stella Perez. “The man’s rich, well, he will be when he signs the documents.”“Thank you Stella and you too Bernie for helping us out today,” said Carlton. “James here will be seeing to it that the man is. All the rooms were filled with relatives and kids with little space to move around. I met uncle (friend’s dad) in the second floor. While we were conversing, my friend left saying he will be back shortly since he got a call from one more relative. He had to go and guide them to the house.I climbed down to the main hall with selfish hope to continue my gaze of sexy maami. While I was standing in the hall, aunty made me sit on the sofa and went to continue her other activities.My eyes started to. Not even a hint of color within the empty void. It feels depressing, hollow, dark, but the alternative is worse. Ever since it happened, it keeps playing like a bad movie, over and over again. Never changing, always ending the same, and yet it still shocks you. You never expect it regardless of knowing the outcome. And it's never easy. Why should it? It was what changed your whole life in the first place...The digital alarm clock brakes you out of your sleep, still dreamless, still uneventful..