Sharon felt Monique’s hands on either shoulder then an explosion of pain as Monique pulled Sharon’s weight forward to smash her knee with maximum ...impact straight into her crotch. The whole time she just stared at her Mum with this wild look in her eye, nothing like Sharon had ever seen before. And that’s how she knew this wasn’t her daughter anymore. It might have been her physically but inside was a monster. Once again seconds were more like minutes as Monique held her Mother up with her knee. I never shy away from a good argument, so I told her that if she could have helped me, then I wouldn’t have had to get down peeing. Then she told me that I never asked her. So I told her that I’m ready to pee again and that I need her help to relieve myself. I have to admit it, she got the guts. She dared me to do it in the bus if I have the guts. I turned around and saw that everyone’s sleeping. So I pulled her towards me and started kissing her to which she responded very well. Next, I opened. It closed. Started to form a word, and closed again. She shook her head and continued into the room with her bags.I leapt out of bed, tried to take one of her bags from her, and ended up on my face."Whoa there honey! That's a mighty big bag for such a little lady!" Krystal exclaimed as she dumped her other bag inside the door, kicked it closed with one foot, and reached down to help me, all while wearing three inch high heels!"Sorry, I was taught to help ladies with heavy things when I was. I was wearing a yellow strapless day dress with white polka dots, white stockings, saddle shoes.“Thank you, dear,” I said. “It’s Ma Jong day with the ladies.”Once my husband had left for work I touched up my makeup and put the butter back in the refrigerator.When the milkman opened the milk box, I opened the front door. He looked up at me in surprise, then smiled slightly and stood. He had a glass bottle in each hand, one milk and one cream, and a little paper bag pinched against the milk.