It was one of those houses that were put up by the thousands at one point. It had two bedrooms and a living room, and everything looked as if it had b...en made pre-fab, which it had. The taste was somewhat tacky.Ramona led her beau into the living room. She made him sit down on the couch. "Can I fix you a drink?" she asked.She was feeling somewhat self-conscious about herself. She knew her body was shown off to its best in her pretty yellow dress. And she was wearing her new yellow summer heels.. Other three bosses also came and joined. They started playing with her breast and her thighs. As everybody had surrounded her I was not able see her properly. Every one took one of her parts. Dad’s senior boss was sucking my mom’s boobs while the other boss licked mom’s cunt. Then the boss whom was giving blowjob said, “Everybody, stop.” Then everybody left her. He then stood and caught my mom’s hand brought her near the center table. He knelt in front of the table and adjusted its height till. Bad memories. "I'm glad you're here." He said with a smile, while walking closer to me. " I made spaghetti, is that okay?" He asked. I nodded and sat down on his couch. "Would you like wine, water, -" "Wine, please." I interrupted. He smiled and handed me a glass of wine. I smiled and took a sip. He sat next to me on the couch. The apartment smelled like delicious spaghetti. It was silent and very awkward. "So, when did you move here?" I asked putting the wine glass on the table. "A few months. “Mother...”“Aibhilin?”“Something is drawing me,” the young woman said, pointing.“Very well.”Aibhilin took her hand and they moved – in that odd manner characteristic of movement in Overworld – and very soon they were inside a large, modern building, a hospice, on the outskirts of the city, looking down on the emaciated form of a woman. As they watched, the slight movement of the woman’s chest ceased. A figure separated from her, sitting up, and swinging her legs out of bed. As she stood, she.