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There are those folks, who just don't fit in. Timmy Condon was just that. His mom was a temp-secretary and she worked for an escort service. Nice curvy lady. Tim paid half the rent at the public housing they shared. He delivered bread. I liked to visit. Tim had a CB and could talk with truckers and other CB hobbyist. His mom would bake our meals she was a great cook. She never said anything harsh. Back in the day, there was no internet: just CB. Tim would talk about everything on the CB. I liked to talk to the Canadians. They had a funny accent and would talk about sports or a new fishing rod. His mom's friends were sometimes rude. A lot of her friends were escort ladies. Sex was allowed as long as it was done quitely in Tim's room. Those were his mom rules, she was soft spoken, but firm. I even had sex with her. Tim didn't seem to mind. It was respectfull and fun. There were so many different people in the Freshpond Towers and sex was always avaible; sometimes in the stairways. No public nudity occured, a girl would raise a skirt and she wouldn't be wearing panties. What followed was a series of couplings on the stairs. Just young horse play. Tim was a good friend and I have fond memories of his home. I believe good people are everywhere. :)God Bless. |