.." And the front porch, steps and trim?" Sure, but..." Not to mention the fireplace" Shelly said, as she reached down under the bar and pulled out a ...magazine, plopping a glossy full double page spread in front of me."Barb isn't that you on the curved staircase that Dean rebuilt from scratch in 'National Home magazine'?" OK, OK Shelly, but I was the one who had to put up with all the dust." Oh Boo hoo, and now your home is in the County Historic Registry. Before Dean you were getting letters. Life couldn’t get better than this.So I dropped my homework and my brother and I went to pack for our parents. My brother was going through the list of the things to pack, that our mother left for us on her dresser, when suddenly he turned red.-What is it?- I asked surprised by my brother’s reaction. -She wants me to pack this.- he said showing me the list.I looked at where his finger was pointing.“In the bottom dresser, where your father’s underwear is, there is a purple box of condoms, make. "Umm, hi, again," I say sheepishly. "Hello." He has a silky, deep voice. Oh, I can't do this. I get up and extend my hand to him. He takes a sweep over my body and then my face. He lingers on my lips. "I'm Rain." He looks carefully at my lips while they're moving. "And I am your professor." He hesitates at taking my hand, but took it anyway. As soon as he touches my hand, my nipples instantly get hard and I get wet. I release a soft moan and his gaze is back on my lips. Something broke within. It isn't pretty. She got addicted to d**gs while I was deployed in the military. I refused to pay for her d**gs. So she started going over the the bikers that got he hooked and would fuck enough of them to get what she needed. Later she realized that wasn't the best way to do it. So she took to the street. She was able to make a go of it, for a couple reasons. First the bikers ran crime in our town, so she as long as she was buying her d**gs from them, no pimp could get away with giving.