The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Sin(54.0%) Lust(52.0%)

"Hey! What are those two dogs doing?" Yari asks.
"Oh. There just playing.. Let's get a some Italian Ice." Erica replies.
She hurries her daughter over to the ice cream truck.
A busty lady is hanging out the window with the ice cream man behind her.
"Hey! There playing too!" Yari giggled.
"Oh, my God!" Erica gasped.

"Your God indeed?" the busty lady replied.
"Lady were just working in a tight space." the ice cream man replied.
Yari giggled, "I want some Italian Ice."
Erica had a worried look as she pulled out some money..
"Hey kid it's on the house." the ice cream man smiled and handed out the flavored ice.
"Mom. It's Okay. I'm an adult in Nevada." Yari snickered and winked at the Ice Cream Man.

"Look I have something to tell you.. We are not in Nevada.
When I was 16 in the Cayman Islands your father married me.
He was 21 and I was pregnant with you..
So, I know what can happen to you..
Don't get pregnant until your in your twenties." Erica stabbed at her Italian Ice.

"Muchacha, I am not a virgin." Yari gave a big toothy smile.
"I don't want to hear this." Erica finished her Italian Ice and tossed it into the barrel.
"Mom, I get the pill from the school nurse and condoms .. since I had sex with Ricky."
"You met Ricky last year!" Erica eyes widen at her daughter.
"He is beautiful and we are getting married." Yari tossed her cup into the barrel.
"I'll kill him!" Erica growled and kicked the barrel.

"You can do so much more! Get a job and be somebody..." Erica wept and held her daughter.
Yari kissed her, "I am somebody.. I'm just like you."


Reflections~Who is without sin?


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