How close are you to my house?” I could hear Billy Anderson and Scott Howard talking and laughing in Chris’ background. “We’re turnin down you... street right now,” Chris said. “We’ll be there in like a minute or two.” There was no way I was gonna be able to get Jason out of the house before Chris and the others showed up. So basically I was fucked, and not in a good way. From where I was standing, I could see Jason still sitting on the couch. The smile he usually had on his face was replaced by. But that realization didn't change the longing and doubt that I pouredinto my words. The song continued to build upon itself with each verse, each line thatI sang, culminating with a high crescendo as the frustration of notknowing the answer built and built before bursting forth from inside ofme. A short solo from Jason followed the outburst for a moment, as mywhole world changed. When I started singing the chorus again after his solo, the meaning wasdifferent. It was no longer a question, it. He just looked and asked, you swallowed all that? Of course, I always swallow, I replied. Hold on a minute, here. You swallowed a load most grown women can't handle and I don't think you gagged one time. You are eighteen, right? Yes sir, I replied. Just two weeks ago. Shit bitch, Mikey must have banged that throat five hundred times already or you must of started early because there ain't no way a bitch loses her gag reflex in two weeks. I smiled and said, Mike's done his fair share of drilling. She kept them isolated and deprived of necessities for two weeks. And then she would beat them mercilessly. She would have them begging for mercy for a week of beatings. And then the fourth week she would mother them…heal their wounds. Finally she would fuck them while they were bound. And they were reborn for training.Adult females required being taught how useless they were. Slapped around, pissed on, and fucked up the asshole. They were told their children were sold and husbands.