Before you ask," I stood up and stretched, "My mother is an Italian who married a northwest redheaded Texas cowboy while he was stationed in Italy. Sh...e named all of us kids using fancy Italian names and taught all of us to speak, read, and write in Italian so we could communicate with our relatives in Italy when we visited them or they came to Texas. At the same time, my mother learned to speak, read, and write as near perfect English as you can find. I was fascinated with Italian history, and. .." Relax, Charlie, you look amazing," he says as he moves closer andtakes my hands in his. "You're an amazing woman, Charlie."I look at our hands and notice that mine look so small in his and thatmy nails are also painted red. "Jackson." I say confused "That's sweetof you to say, but I'm not even a...." Before I can get the rest of mywords out of my red lipped mouth, Jackson lets go of my hands and putshis on my chin and plants a kiss on my lips. With his lips pressed upagainst mine I take my. I could hear him moan, “God damn this pussy is tight. No wonder Ray married you. You like that don’t you slut.” He was really getting into it. She kept getting him going begging for him to fuck her harder. “Ray never fucks me like this. Give me that big dig. Bend me over and take your pussy.” I was going crazy watching him fuck her. He pulled out, pushed her over the side of the bed, and quickly pushed himself back inside her. I could hear her muffled moan as he started up again. I was. I walked over to my locker and spun the combination knob. Just then, I heard her voice. There on the other side of the fake wall stood Sarah. Moving the bench over to the wall, I stood on top of it and peered over. Sarah was standing in front of her open locker, in a pair of scrub pants and lacey teal bra. Her red hair was in a ponytail, but she quickly reached up and removed it. She shook her head as her hair fell down on her milky white skin. Standing there, half naked, she.