Their mom was a victim of abuse herself, had her first child when she was all of thirteen, the last when she was nineteen, when she finally got off on... her own, still a kid herself, not even a high school diploma. Trying to do the right thing she wound up like so many do, working the streets to support her family. She got a drug habit, of course. When she went into rehab we took the children into the system. The youngest was barely two. Tried to keep 'em together, but it was impossible, until. I thought I must have had a syncope. Otherpeople would have said, "The lady has come upon a faint" and they would beright.I saw myself in the mirror - a woman with a face so beautiful it wasimpossible, breasts so big they were unbelievable, and a body sostunningly beautiful, so rich, so full, so willing to give - if only therewas someone willing to take.No woman ever in the history of mankind, in the history of anything, hadever had a body as beautiful as mine - so filled with sex as my body. She looked me up and down. With a bit of amused disbelieve she said, “I’d really like to see that.”I shrugged and thought, ok, what the heck, and showed her my Flickr page on my phone.Now it was her turn to be stunned. “Oh wow, is that really you? You are so cute! And do you do your makeup yourself? And those outfits, where do you get them?”I nodded shyly. “Thank you, I learned doing makeup from YouTube. I have some stuff and wigs in a secret stash and I borrow most of the clothes and shoes. Tony pointed at the small television set on the kitchen counter; he was seated at the kitchen table with his breakfast. The Saturday morning news show out of New York City was just finishing a segment on an upcoming storm, but the information was too little and too late. Tony summarized the story, “According to the news, we’ve got us another big nor’easter coming our way sometime tomorrow, as bad as last week’s.”“Can you switch it to the Weather Channel?” asked Malcolm.Tony nodded and picked up.