Joan cried herself to sleep.“We won’t, Mom. I promise.” Robert tried. “Not much.”Joan knew she couldn’t trust his promise. Her oldest son ...ad a way of making a lie sound like truth. “You’re not the only one down there.” She countered.“Just have a look. I won’t touch you. I’ll go to the bottom stair and get out of your way.”Joan knew it was a trap. When her foot swung away from the living room’s direction, she felt tears in her eyes. Something inside her wanted to go down, where her sons waited.. Things haven’t been going all that great for you recently; you’ve been failing a couple classes, you wrecked your car a few weeks ago, and now this. You think it’d be best to have some alone time, so you head off to the library after school. Since your car is wrecked you have to walk, but you don’t particularly mind. When you are passing through a somewhat nasty part of the city, you notice some younger kids playing baseball in the street. You leave them alone, but sure enough as soon as you. He shook his head. “You still are, even though you might not be aware of it at the moment. I can smell it. And... I want to get you pregnant.”Pausing with the mug halfway towards my mouth I looked at him. So, my fear had been real. “Eat, it will clear your head.”He waited, until I had taken knife and fork, cut a small slice of the steak. It was not even medium rare, only the surface was cooked. Just as I opened my mouth to protest, I sensed that I was drooling.He smiled.“My blood, our blood, is. "Ouch!" he said grimacing."What's wrong with your leg?" they both said in unison sounding more like scolding wives than aunt or cousin. Looking at each other for a second they both started to giggle and then turned back to their patient."Let's get his trousers off," said Nesho. Over his feeble attempts to remain clothed, the two women deftly flipped him over, untied his trouser lacing and pulled them over and off his legs."Ah, that must hurt," Sosho said as she eyed the yellowish bruise that.