. none of this made any sense."Jason!" called his mother. "C'mon down! Breakfast is ready, and I need to talk to you about something."Crap. More bulls...it about entering a seminary. Well, he wasn't going to do it. As crappy as school was, and as little as they actually taught, he wasn't going to Church Camp his mother had been riding him about for the summer. It was bad enough that she kept putting all that religious bullshit in his room (he just threw it all out. She never complained, but also. “She was already blackmailing Bert with the rape threat, and I’m guessing she decided that I would provide cover, or a bigger target. If she could get me involved, or have some way to point a finger at me, she might be able to get out of it. If I’d slept with her, she had all kinds of possibilities; including saying I forced her to have sex with me in exchange for not turning her in after I’d framed her. I’m sure you can think of other ways as well; I certainly can.“Anyway, she played the shy. “ That’s enough”, said Stu, pulling her up towards him. “Time to try to pot the pink”. “ I bet you’ve potted the black often enough”, she giggled, raising her skirt with both hands and leaning back against the pool table. The thong was a red line between her hairy lips. “ Well big boy?” Stu went at her like a hungry animal, pulling the thong aside and ramming four fingers up her. She was dripping wet, but she moaned at his ferocity. “ Oh yes. Put it in me. I want it up me now”. He stepped. There was nothing for her to eat. And she really didn’t feel like transforming for a dive in the pond and chase her meal every time she was hungry! So she needed to replenish her stock. Luckily, it was Friday, and there was always market on Fridays and prices at the market were very good—for her small budget, that is. She tried not to think about the events of the past three-plus weeks as she walked peacefully along the many market stalls with wicker basket hooked on her arm. She tried to focus.