’ ‘He’s former CIA, working for Rockwell. He wanted manuals and pictures of our engines, plus anything else he could take out of the spacecraft...with him. He was on his way to the flight deck to remove computer chips, when he ran into the two kids. He couldn’t risk being caught, and identified. He was going to kill them both, and hide between the walls, until the full security sweep of the inside of the spacecraft was completed. His identification tags were perfect replicas of ours. He was next. I’m bursting with cum.” “How about you join us in our big, fluffy towel and warm us up, then we’ll be happy to suck and fuck until our mouths and pussies are flooded with your hot cum.” They opened their towel and I gladly walked in between them relishing in their bodies pressed against mine. I received twin kisses on my cheek as my sister and girlfriend started to slowly lead me to my bedroom. They pushed me against my bed, sitting me down. Both girls kneeled before me and kissed, their mouths. What had happened in the van was a mystery, because Cecily had been in the van: and not Harriet.Only Cecily knew how vicious they'd been, tearing her to bits, almost like wolves.Harriet remembered her piece of the puzzle. Dear God. She remembered one or two other things too, just the hazy outline. She remembered that she had nothing to give. She was spent. She was drained, and beneath her, the river chortled and it called to her seductively.It whispered her name and it swirled hypnotically. Audrey took a deep breath and drew back when Jason did not answer. She struggled to hold back tears. "Go to your room," she said in a shaky voice."But, Mom, please, I have to..." I SAID GO TO YOUR ROOM!"Jason turned away. He heard his mother stomp off and retreat into the sewing room, slamming the door behind her.Jason trudged up the stairs. The conflicting emotions and imperatives in his head were tearing him apart. He could not hurt his mother, but he had to get back to the others. He could.