Don’t be shy, son, if you start to leak… and pardon my gas, I’m your easygoing stepmom.

We settle back to watch some television and I am idly aware of this girl on my lap as I drowsily continue to trace my fingers along her arm, along her leg, down her leg again. Something about the tropical atmosphere in South Florida changes people, steamy goings on, and the neighborhood here is so transitory; it’s an old story – she met somebody and just needed something without all the responsibility. Vxxx “Would you like to help give Alyssa a bubble bath?” I suggested. Sounding something like some kind of neglected kid to me, Ronnie told me about going to C—– S—–s Middle school but not knowing anybody and not being in any of the cliques there and how the kids treated her mean.