My mother and father separated about 8 months ago, during which time my mother spent her time enjoying being single and bringing different boytoys home, dating 3 guys previously to Max. He first came into my mother's life in October, only to show up in mine when spending Thanksgiving with us. I could describe him as a tall black guy, almost 6'2", sculpted like a Greek god statue and 24 years old (5 years older than me) compared to my mother's almost 50 years old, with her thin, pale figure. It was clear that my mother was his sugar mommy. My father was not far behind, except that my father left my mother for his secretary and ever since he met that woman with a body out of a playboy magazine, I never knew him to have any other girlfriend or lover.Because of the family tradition of spending Thanksgiving together (mostly for me), that Thanksgiving when I met Max I remember it was the last one we spent together as a "family" and I say this because my father felt threatened to lose what
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