”“Yes, sir!”“Do you have anything to drink over there?”“Si, papi! I bought some rum yesterday so we could drink.”“Good boi. I’ll be ...there in thirty minutes.”The five-eleven, 46 year-old went to his bedroom and got dressed. He put on a pair of green sweatpants and a black 2XL Polo Ralph Lauren sweater. He laced up his John Deere safety toe works boots and went to the garage. The janitorial service business owner got into his red 2011 Lincoln Navigator. He drove carefully as the snow was just. “And how are you doing, honey? Did you have a good time last night?”Jane nodded and said, “Yes. But I think the party was bigger than Suzy’s mom and dad had planned. They were a little overwhelmed.” She described the scene of wall-to-wall noisy teenagers eating everything in sight in a way that made her parents laugh out loud.Jane’s mother asked, “What are you going to do with your last day of freedom?” and Jane’s father chimed in, “Oh, that’s right—you start work tomorrow. Not much of a. At the back of the boat, our little blue robot dangled out over the water between two giant steel arms. 'Rover' as we called it was our remote control sub. He explored the places we couldn't reach and brought back things we couldn't touch. He was our eyes and hands in the deep ocean.We carefully lowered him into the crystal clear water and detached his leash. Sean and I piloted Rover from a dark room in the bowels of the ship. While Gaven stayed on deck, feeding Rover's lifeline into the water. Because I looked like your average teenager, and my mother looked like my slut bag older sister rather than my slut bag mother, I tended to let her walk about 15 feet ahead of me while I watched a bunch of other mall patrons stare at her, or hit on her, or in the case of the women, give her loathing looks. Walking behind her also gave me the opportunity to watch as her ridiculously tiny skirts would ride up higher on her ass, exposing the lower cheeks and wet pussy lips. Of course, my mom.