Jeff was very like Geoff in many small ways, some of them surprising, he had many of the same physical mannerisms – the way he held his coffee cup w...ith both hands, the way his eyes would go soft when he felt strongly about something, the way he’d look down for a moment, then up at her face when he said something important. But he wasn’t Geoff. He wasn’t as hard and overtly masculine as Geoff was. Though he was clearly and comfortably male, he seemed to have a softness, a caring quality, about. He was a man in his early thirties. He was similar in size and build to Fr. Vincent. But his face looked very ugly. He had a scar across his face and two long teeth’s in front which reminded me of ghosts. He placed the candle on the table and hugged mom without uttering a word. They kissed each other for a few minutes.Before going any further, let me describe my mother. Her name is Maria and she is 37 years old. She has very big boobs and nicely built ass. But her tummy is a bit bulky. She is. ”She followed along behind me as I led the way to the trail that lead to the back of my lot. The full moon provided enough light to see just fine until we hit the tree line.A few minutes later we emerged into a large opening. There were a few trees spotted around the area, but it was mostly tall grass, weeds and bushes except for the trail I maintained.“Wow, this is huge,” she said as we walked along the trail.“Nearly ten acres,” I replied. “Most of it is still woods.”“How much further to the. I start towards the house only to see the same young men retreat backwards onto the porch. They move aside as Willie walks out the door. Dawn is in Willie’s arms. A black dude follows Willie out the door; I recognize him from the hotel. Willie descends the stairs; the black fellow never gets that far. Three of the young men, all white, jump him and start pounding on him. There is some yelling but soon the black dude is quiet; and bloody. Standing at the top of the stairs holding the other two.