‘I was in town couple weeks back. Down at The Poke. They got brown sugar. Well, not brown sugar. Regular sugar, like, ‘cept it’s brown. Say it�...s raw. Didn’t taste no different to me. Said it was the way sugar supposed to be.’ Old Silas laughed. ‘You think that’s true?’ he asked neither of us in particular. ‘You think God got a plan for a little thing like sugar? You think sugar got a destiny?’ After a long pause, Evan said, ‘I reckon.’ Whether he was answering about the sugar or still replying. It reminded me of a few days ago, when I had been sitting in the same spot on my old couch, covered in shit and piss and cum. While today's surprise was less devastating than someone being murdered while I fucked them, it was still pretty fucking bad.I had just had (hot!) unprotected sex with the sexy single mom, Erica, down the hall, thinking she was Demie. Okay, you're saying, and... ? The kicker was she was ovulating and I had sprayed her reproductive system with a large amount of my. I carefully opened the door a bit more. "Brian? Are you awake?" I asked.But there was no one in the room. I hadn't seen his room in the grand tour so I took a moment to look around the room from the doorway. I had never seen a boys' room since it was just Mom and me at home, and I found it exciting to see what one looked like.I don't know why, but I was drawn into the room... as if my feet had a mind of their own. The next thing I knew I was inside the room looking at his dresser top, trailing. They didn’t realize that she was exactly that to their host. They talked about what they wanted to do with Cindi after they won her. The score was very close so any one of them could be the victor. The conversation finally came around to the plans for the day. They were told that the early afternoon was set aside for bird watching, like no other bird watching. It didn’t sound like much fun to the guys but knowing their host it would be different. Later on in the day they were going hunting one.