My Mum never used to cry, but now she does it all the time. She cries for the big things, and the little things. She cries during movies and TV shows, including the commercials, and even cries when she can’t open a jar of pickles. Personally, I blame the hormones. They’re a shock to the system, and she’s still new to puberty.

This morning I found her in the kitchen, literally crying over spilled milk. I bent down with a handful of paper towel, and helped her to soak it up. She looked up, chuckled, and gave me a knowing smile.

Chapter 28

I let out several shrieks of laughter as the loud music pulses inside my head, mixing with the alcohol and the hot, sweaty atmosphere of the nightclub to create a strong sense of euphoria. This euphoria is, of course, helped by the short, tight black dress I’ve squeezed my fledgling curves into, the thick make-up on my face and the extra-high heeled shoes attached to my feet!

FROM THE AUTHOR. SINCE IT'S BEEN SEVERAL YEARS SINCE I LAST POSTED ANYTHING IN THIS SERIES, I DECIDED TO REPEAT PARTS OF CHAPTER 5 TO MAKE IT A BIT EASIER FOR OLD FANS AND NEW READERS TO EASE BACK INTO THE STORY. THERE IS A BIT OF A SPOILER AT THE END OF THIS POST, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPOIL THE STORY FOR YOURSELF, DON'T READ IT. I'M POSTING THIS IN THE HOPE THAT I CAN FINALLY COMPLETE THIS LONG NEGLECTED STORY OF MINE, ALONG WITH ANOTHER ONE, MY "LUCK BE A LADY."

Dinner is yucca again. I’m feeling things about seeing Sacti, but she isn’t there. I’m worried, but this is a hotel so I put it out of my mind.

This time Chinta comes back to the room with me. I smell the sex in the room, which leads me to the thought that I desperately want a shower. I shed my cultural costume with a little bit of no idea what I’m doing.

Chinta immediately fastens onto one of my nipples, and murmurs, “I’ve been waiting so long to get you out of that,” as I cradle her head. We end up tangled in bed together.

Emma lets out an audible frustrated sigh as Theresa returns to his room fully dressed in her black dress.
"Need help?" She asks smiling.
He lets out a breath. "I can't get into this stupid dress"
"Funny, your mother said the exact same thing" Theresa laughs
He has only managed to get the skin tight dress over his hips which is the easy part.
The top part of the dress lay hanging from his waist. He is standing there wearing only a strapless bra which goes better with the black sheer lace dress.