My boon companion.

(31) Desire For Marmae

The rest of our day after breakfast consisted of planning with my uncle. Marmae was worried about the boys though she knew they'd be fine, but she missed them, so mamma came to pick her up to stay round hers for a couple of hours. Don't get me wrong I obviously love and miss my sons, but if I don't get with this I may not have anything to miss anymore. This was serious and someone had to be working all the time. Plus I'm glad Marmae went to see the babies, it would be good for her and them especially because I'm not there with them.

This situation is fucked up.

Whilst planning with my uncle we spoke nothing but Russian as we set out different rules in different restaurants. This was a good way of coding, because if anytime anyone is in need again our code of rules will be a useful path take. Also my uncle doesn't like speaking in one place (that isn't his) for long periods of time. It makes it harder to track if he's often moving, and that reason alone is why Marmae and I will be going to a different hotel for tonight.

"I have some evidence to show that someone was around your property, in a awkward place at an awkward time. It's a footprint, but none of this family's shoe matched it. Is was quite a narrow male size 11 mold, most likely from a smart shoe. It was faintly found in front of the rose bush outside the living room area. However, that's not it! We found a small substance of white powder on outskirt of the outer window in the master bedroom. Whatever it is is being tested whilst we speak." stated my second cousin Luca

"Thank you for the detail, cuzz." I patted his shoulder.

"Happy to help, maybe after this shit we can finally settle for a few cold beers. Infact we will, because I know when I go back my wife won't even let me have a sip of anything with alcohol or caffeine." He laughed and I joined in with him.

Imagine if wasn't allowed alcohol or caffeine, like a child, ever again, because Marmae said so. It would get to a point where anything I say or do would get ignored, to have a sip, accept from banging in her tight walls with a trick up my sleave. Marmae is a freak and when she's sexually frustrated she actually goes crazy, so that yearn she'd have for me I would manipulate her to letting me have a beer. This sounds calculating, but the thought is what occurred so suddenly. Maybe after this morning, with her, my drive for the rest of the day has automatically focused around her. Maybe this is a good reason why she's with my boys, or else she'd have no choice but to come to the bathroom with me. Lucky girl got out of it. Gosh I love her, most just physically, but emotionally and romantically I truly love this woman. There's no man I wouldn't kill for her, gosh ain't a privileged man. How can one who society states as 'underprivileged' make a privileged man feel like a king, or more privilege he's ever felt in his life? Well, Marmae, my baby has done, and once this shit is done she'll be feeling the love she deserves.

"Maximum!" yelled my uncle, which woke me out of my daydream.

"yeah?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Did you hear a word I said?" he said, shaking his fat head.

"No."

"Son, what was you daydreaming about?" He chuckled.

A small smile came onto my face as I said "Marmae." The men around us cooed, before a brief laughter broke out.

"True love eh?" Said cousin Antoine.

"Must be, Max and Marmae have known each other since elementary school with a tight bondage. I recall my first time meeting that girl when she was so young, she was his opposite in many ways, but how she always looked at him from then I knew she was for him. As the more years past the more I saw her and her affect on him, whether he realised it or not." Stated my uncle lost in thought, whilst I snickered at him. Everyone then began to pat my shoulders as if I achieved something, like graduation. I did achieve and earn the whole of Marmae, but that was for me not something for them. But as a family I guess they're proud.