There was a stern look of intense concentration on her face as she looked down to cut the fruit, her view obscured by her slightly large breasts beneath her blue blouse. Who was this lady? James thought to himself while at the same time fiddling and fascinated with the patterns on my sleeper… that he absolutely hated and wanted off of him.
Yet again, James was hurled back into reality as Mayra turned to him and squatted down to his level. “Don’t you wanna get food in your wittle belly, pequeño?” she asked, again causing him to move back, but not as much as before. James turned his head away, trying to hide the warming sensation on his cheeks that he knew were there, but was it anger still, or something else?