‘Why don’t we have a weekend away?’ said Chris, ‘the TV weatherman promised a sunny and warm weekend’. ‘What? Just you and me?’ She gigg...ed. ‘Yeah, we’ll leave the kids with enough Coke, crisps and cake to last and order pizza for tomorrow…’ she giggled at his ridiculousness, and he added, ‘Yeah and like they’d let us go without them.’ ‘What kind of weekend away?’ she asked sipping her tea. ‘Camping,’ he said. ‘Camping?’ ‘Camping. What’s up, you never been before or something?’ ‘Nope, well not. "Joseph, am I a better cocksucker than Keisha." "Yes, yes, you are, Mom." "Good job, you see, Sandra, it was that easy," I giggled, getting down on my knees in front of him. Then I snagged his rod and instantly took it into my mouth. "I'm sorry if you didn't buy that though, Mom, just don't tell Keisha, she might not like it." I slanted my head back and locked eyes with him. I sucked on it lightly as I held it with both hands. Although, after a moment, I calmly let it back out. "Keisha is a big. She'd even provided me with a chunk of cornbread. That took me by surprise. Obviously, the cornbread was another gift from our 'benefactors'.While I ate I glanced about and started noticing things. By now almost everyone had finished eating and while a couple of people had drifted off to the inner chambers of the cave, most were still here in the main chamber. What caught my attention was the placement of people. People were in groups. The first group was my family. They were all gathered about. Each dollop of paint on my palette knife made the breath catch in my throat as I imagined the sheer scope of disaster that could befall with one misplaced stroke.His head was thrown back. He was in death throes, the expression on his face a cross between pain and pleasure. I worked my way up the canvas, working progressively from foreground to background rather than the typical background forward. A third figure emerged as I moved up. She was pulled out of their bodies, a blur of motion between.