I don’t know what she told my father, obviously not the truth.That was the last time I was allowed to see my mother on her own until I deceived her ...nto coming to the coffeehouse.During the interim I had dropped in and out of various university courses, but applied computer sciences had been my forte. I had used those learned skills twice to my satisfaction and I intended to do so again today.I looked at the video of me humping away at Bethany in her office on my iPhone. I had edited the video. Yeah he said get me a can of Copenhagen and a Coke. I got out and went in the store.I was in the back at the cooler when I heard what was probably a local ask the cahsier did you see them folks fucking in the back of that black Chevrolet? I had turned around to look up front and just caught the cashier knoding in my direction. The local rube ducked his head and walked out the door. When I walked up to pay the lady said I'm sorry about ol Doug , he talks before he thinks. I said no problem as. He’s a criminal – was a criminal on Earth. I’ve read his file, but the man I’m associating with here doesn’t seem to be the one represented in all those pages of type. But then again, I watched the video of him killing his partner. Truth be told, though, Robinson shouldn’t have been sent here in the first place. I know that my judgment has been swayed toward Mr. Morales, but in my opinion, the General had no business saddling Morales with that piece of crap whose laziness and refusal to face. Helen grunted as I powered in. She struggled with her legs until I let them go. She dropped them to my hips, easing the tightness of her body but not enough to stop her from wriggling as her body adjusted to my invasion.I smiled at her motion and reached underneath her knees. I pulled her legs up and pushed them down to her sides to spread her open. When I pulled back, she voiced a tiny protest.I changed the angle so more of my weight rested on her. I pulled back and rammed into her. Helen.