Then she could simply abandon it. Of course the question was; what would happen then? She had no money and no contacts in southern California, if she ...got that far without being arrested.She slowly shook her head. She was not a thief, unless you counted the thousand dollars she took from her uncle’s desk the night before she fled his house, and the food she had consumed in this house the night before. But she had good reason to take that money. It had been her only hope of escape and had kept. I raise your skirt above your hips, baring your beautiful ass to the night air, then drop to my knees and start kissing and gently biting your ass. I spread the cheeks and my tongue probes and licks. I lick your ass, lick your pussy, finding your clit with my tongue and playing with it. I feel you quiver and love your moans. I probe deep with my tongue as my thumb rubs your clit. I ease a finger into your ass and slowly, gently stroke in and out with that finger. I continue to play with. . usually on a Saturday. I seldom turned her down. I knew I would get the news from Italy and Marianna, but it no longer hurt to hear of her glamorous life. I missed her still, but as the saying goes, that ship had sailed.I was sitting in the stands one June Wednesday night, watching a local high school baseball game when my new cell phone chirped. I recognized the number, it was the Alvarez number.“Hello, Mama,” I said with a smile in my voice. I’d long since reverted to calling her Mama. She. ” “No, he said he was going to Kurt’s house.” After Kathy hung up the phone, she thought, “Jeff is going to Kurt’s house! Kurt’s house is the one down the street that the beer went into! My teen-aged son is going to a party with drinking!” She looked down the street at the line of cars in front of Kurt’s house. The party had been going on for hours now. Kathy started to fume. Not only did she not approve of her son drinking, she didn’t even like him associating with Kurt and his friends. Kurt.