And then to hear the comments: ‘Sure smells good,’ ‘Wow, it’s still hot,’ and ‘Oh boy pepperoni (or sausage, or cheese or, etc, etc) I lov...e pepperoni.’ Tip or no tip Harry always walked back to his van smiling and ready to deliver another pizza. One day he might tell you it was the people that made him the happiest, other times he’d say it was the aroma of the pizza that permeated his van, or maybe it was just the warmth created by the little heating boxes that plugged into the cigarette. * Determinedly I turned to the left and began walking towards my digs. ‘What Susan had done with Gordon couldn’t be forgiven, could it?’ I found I was saying to myself, out loud. It could be I was talking to myself a lot as I walked along. Looking back I can remember several people giving me curious looks. As I walked I past a courting couple snogging in a shop doorway, the thought, ‘Another mug to the slaughter,’ crossed my mind. ‘Women: you can’t trust any of them!’ I said to myself. But. Never. Her fucking father was going to kill our baby. When Corey woke up, I would never be able to greet her, hug her, hold her. If she woke up.The only thing keeping me sane was my own parents. They knew me, they understood what I was going through; I think. They brought my meals to my room. They let me be alone. They didn't try mind fucking me, treating me like I was a psycho child who needed to be handled in the upmost care.I swear that my mom could see straight through me. She asked me. Mandy was a mature black woman from Alabama, proud of being a Southern Black Lady. She was in her early fifties and she was hot…She had plump red lips, a very nice pair of round tits always hidden in her discreet cleavage, perfect curvy hips and sexy toned calves under the stem oh her skirt. And she was a perfect assistant for me.But having her closer, made me get hard sometimes.One night after office, some colleagues from the company invited me to a party and, being home alone in those days, I.