The pretty mother padded softly across the carpet and took the expensive camera into her hands."Let's see...how do you work this again?" She wondered.... Cynthia turned on the camera and moved the little dial around, hoping to find those lurid photos that Matt had taken of her. Instead, she found something else. Nude photos all right. But not of her! No, these were lurid photos of her virginal little daughter sunbathing naked out by the pool! Each photo became more and more explicit as the zoom. Brothers and sisters. You mention a dorm. Are you far from home? How often do you get home? Do you work? ?If you do work, I hope it is a nigger appropriate job such as cleaning toilets or flipping burgers. Not a job with any class or style. This is the first step in your achieving your goal. You need to work on yourself. You need to stop dressing like a preppy or a college student and start to dress like a street nigger. I AM NOT PLAYING GAMES, SO DON'T WASTE MY TIME. IF YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS. “You do? I don’t suppose that makes it any easier for either of us, does it?”“No.”“But you know something’s got to be done to relieve your tummy pains, don’t you?”“I guess so.” Jason indicated the cup of tea with his eyes and his mother brought it to his lips for him to sip.“I don’t know what to say to make it any better for you, son. I guess the thought of your old mum doing it doesn’t quite get your pulse racing.”She put the cup back down on its saucer, and then started drinking hers. Jason. And Adrienne? Adrienne was MAD. No, “mad” isn’t a sufficient enough descriptor. Livid, furious, irate ... perhaps if you combined all three you might reasonably approach some inadequate facsimile of the rage my primary girlfriend appeared to have stretching the boundaries of her bright red face. Her jaw was clenched, hard enough to vibrate as if her teeth were chattering inside her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes goggled out, threatening to burst from their sockets almost as much as.