We sat in the living room and talked for a couple of hours. She was upset that Marcus had left her for another - younger - woman; but mostly she was c...oncerned for Peter, their young son. I had inquired about him earlier when she let me know her mother was staying with him in the Bay Area. Marcus had left her the home, in a decent neighborhood in one of the Silicon Valley suburbs. We headed out for a bite to eat, Dana insisting on buying the meal since I was lending her my ear. Back at the house. I was just informed by one of my relatives about it.Manager: Oh, yes. You are Mrs Seema’s recommendation. Right?Aisha: Yes, sir. She is my masi.Deputy Manager 1: So did she not tell you any details about what you must do?Aisha: No, sir. I just thought I had to wait tables. I have to take orders and serve them.Deputy Manager 2: So you have any previous experience?Aisha: No, sir.Manager: Don’t worry. We have a training program. You will learn it. That’s not the issue. But ma’am, let me now tell. “No you won’t because I won’t let you!” Becky said, stomping her foot.“Just try to stop me,” LaToya growled, and the van lurched as she put it in drive.“No!” I cried to LaToya, who winked at me as the van slowly rolled forward.She obviously expected Becky to run away as the van drew closer. But Becky didn’t move at all. She set her feet and rolled her shoulders, and as the van drew closer, she placed her hands on the front bumper. “If you don’t move right now I am going to turn you into a fat. But now it was time for her teenaged niece to experience the same."Now its your turn," she told her niece. "Lie down."DJ obeyed immediately, taking up her Aunts previous position on the bed. But she had forgotten that she was still clothed. Only when she felt Becky's hands over her tankini top did she recall it. When she tried getting back up so as to strip, her Aunt pushed her back down."Don't move," Becky told her. "I'll take care of it."Becky began massaging DJ's tit-mound through her top..