I can’t risk him walking out on him. Okxxx Suddenly, my phone starts ringing. Uncle Lucas got another present for you. “I want you to call me sweet words—titles like baby, sugar, honey. I find it strange, especially that he gives them to me just as I am walking out of the toilet. “At what time, Uncle Lucas—my baby man.”
“At 4 in the afternoon. “I want you to call me sweet words—titles like baby, sugar, honey. They say that size matters. “I promise I won’t scream or yell or do anything silly, Uncle Lucas.”
“Good girl,” he tells me, “Very good girl. I am tempted to think that I was in his shoes and doing the exact thing he is doing. I don’t see anything funny about that. Uncle Lucas is gonna stick
