And, was I angry? The truth was that I wasn’t sure. I was very worried having my kid know about her mother, yes me, I was worried. I was worried how...it would affect their relationship. I was soon going to be dead and forgotten. But, the bunch of them would have to go on. Shit what a mess.I’d just undergone some tests. Why I really didn’t know, well, I didn’t know the scientific details. I was being wheeled back into my room. The orderly parked me near the nurses’ station while he dumped some. I had always wanted to see her naked. She was always showing a lot of tits and ass all the time.I had seen her in a tiny thong bikini once when we were all on vacation one time. My dick was hard the whole time. My wife was pissed that I could not take my eyes off her any way back to the story. Becky said well do you want to screw or what. I looked at her and could see that she had nicer tits than I thought she also had a cute little landing strip just above her cute little love button. She. Isabel shouted back that we were having fun and that they should follow our lead. Yes, she was drunk, as was I, but my motherly instinct kicked in and me realize wet could get into serious trouble, so I turned down the volume and the neighbor stopped complaining. I felt exhausted but was still able to think. But Isabel fell asleep right there, on the floor.I truly don't recall how we ended on her bed again.Isabel woke me up at three in the morning asking me if I wanted something to drink. I. We teased her for her weight which only brought our mother down on useven harder and increased the resentment. It was all a bit dark. I'm 40now, I live in a different town and I've mellowed but I don't look backon my childhood with much fondness. I managed to get myself expelled fromtwo schools and did my share of hell-raising.In late July of 1978, during the summer holidays, when I was twelvethings came to a bit of a head when I hit my sister. In all of my lifethe only time I've ever hit a.