She blushed..."when I saw you." I couldn't tell her I was thinking about her, after all she's my mother."I found some of dad's playboys and was thinki...g about the photos," I said. "You know you are not suppose to go in our bedroom." "Are you sure that is what you were thinking?" she replied. I don't know how or why I did it, my heart was pounding and all I could think of was fucking my mother, I blurted out "I was really thinking about you, mom."There was silence for what seemed to be hours, of. " Use their wombs to convert them to Islam. Through their fertile wombs you will take their Christian souls. You must fill their wombs with Islamic seed."I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression. I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then. “Yes, they ran a train on my ass including the dogs. I got away. Abigail and one other woman were still there being fucked.”I nodded. “Abigail seemed to enjoy it and wanted more.” I nodded again. “X, we were going to move on today, weren’t we?”I slowly said, “Yes. However, I need to check on Abigail before moving on. I plan to be on the road before lunch though.”I had my usual shorts on with tee shirt and sandals. I left the RV and headed toward the pool. I found Abigail there. She and Alice. The next time she’d gone alone, needing the anonymity to reinvent herself or, more accurately, to become who she was. That night, there was no hiding her true self. She danced with the other girls there, the music too loud to be conducive to conversation or even the exchange of names. She never had to worry about being hit on by guys; they were too into each other to bother her, sometimes seeking dark corners for their passionate embraces and sometimes not. It no longer surprised her to see two.