Her mother had her back turned to Nika, slowly boiling the eggs inside her old stockings, a clover leaf placed inside each one against the fragile she...l of the egg, so that when they were colored, each would have a symbol of luck outlined into its protruding belly. The gas stove beneath her sputtered to live as it gasped for air. A silky green kimono was draped over her mother’s silhouette figure, the woman beneath it sustaining of only legs and long blonde hair. Long hair that just barely. Perhaps it had closed up once she’d been ingested, which would make escape even more problematic.As she began to explore her strange prison in more detail, she realised that the reason it seemed to be pulsating was because the entire surface consisted of countless tiny tentacles, all writhing continuously. She could even feel them under her feet.Then she noticed a darker patch on one of the walls. Her heart leapt; maybe that was the exit hole she was seeking. But as she got closer, she realised. .. can be weird, but she does you deeply nonetheless. Trust me on that,” Annette shook her head at her daughter’s exploits.“I know,” I told her, slapping her on the tush as Debbie Kearney rushed in to take her place.“By the way, Annette is pregnant now. She’s very fertile right now, so she could end up with another pregnancy at once. Who should be the second father?” the spirit asked me now.“Hold her for David. I want him to plant the seed through incest,” I instructed the spirit, seeing the. My girlfriend informed me that we were going to be staying with Jen and Hamish on Thursday night in Reading; she had obviously been in touch with my sister and made the arrangements. She knew that my parents weren't expecting us until Friday afternoon. I didn't have a problem with that, although it would have been nice to have known in advance, so that I didn't let anything slip to Mum when I made my weekly phone call home.We got to Reading station just after five; it was quite busy with the.