Please raise your hand when I call you, yes? Jesse Wilhoit." Jesse, sitting next to me, raised his hand. "Ah, yes," continued Duane, "please stand, if...you will. All-American forward from Planey, going to the University of Florida in the fall. A very good player, no real weaknesses in your game, except perhaps for a tendency to hold the ball too long. We will fix that. Thank you, please sit. Harlan Corwin? All-Stater from Rock Falls. Also a forward, from the team that won the state championship. I noticed her concentration wavering slightly as Monster started to swell again. Betsy was still straddling my thighs, her firm tits squeezed against my bare chest, watching her mother over her shoulder. My wife and daughter had paused in their 69 to watch the drama play out.Monster had her full attention now. He was rubbing her daughter's shoulder blades.She tried one more time, weakly. "Are you sure this is what you want, Baby?" Yes, Mama. This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me.. Even better, it doesn’t talk back as often as you do.Food?I’m staring at it now. The problem is that it’s staring back.Did you do something dumb like get sushi?Turkey, lettuce, American cheese, no condiments or pickles or peppers, white bread.Jesus, that’s sad.I know.Eat something anyway, you pathetic motherfucker.I thought we were on a two-week hiatus.I wanted to make sure you didn’t die before I had the chance to yell at you.Mission accomplished.Oh no. This isn’t yelling. But I promise that. Slowly, and quietly, they had organised and recruited, grown and trained, and waited. Weapons and ammunition had trickled slowly in, but in far too small a quantity to be really useful. Then, just a month before her father’s ‘promotion’, he had had a Confederacy visitor and within weeks they had started to receive the arms and ammunition they needed. Older weapons vanished, new ones arrived, and soon they had all they expected to need. Millie hadn’t found out for some months where these new.