Joseph reached behind his parents dresser where he had stashed a roll of trash bags he had hidden. He began cleaning the room throwing away the used c...ndoms, liquor bottles, and off brand imitation Mexican cigaret packages that only the cheapskate John Redcorn smoked. He began making the bed as he looked into the bath room and noticed that his mother had left her complete outfit just lying on the floor. He muttered to himself " she can't even try to clean up" as he picked up the blue jeans and. Our mother put in long, hard hours at the hospital, and sometimeswe didn't see her for days on end as she often came home late and left againearly. Our father had died when I was five and Christy was eight, just overten years before, and though his insurance had left us with a modest incomeand had paid off the house, mom still found it hard to make ends meet withthree mouths to feed. So she went back to school for a year to get her degreesthat she had abandoned to get married and registered as. He caressed her cheek. He swiped her neck. She felt it all. And then, finally, she felt it. He leaned in and kissed her on her lips. He could kiss too because she felt the same kiss again. She came unglued. She wanted it all. She knew it. He picked her up, carefully, and he laid her gently down on his bed. He undid his shirt for her. He removed his pants too as she watched. He had such a nice frame on him. She looked him over, twice. He smiled. She smiled too. “Would you undress me too?” she. " Why would I ever need to know how to use a real sword?" I asked her. "Imean, people use guns now, not swords..." Very true," Aunt Dora agreed, with a faint smile of amusement. "But asword has the distinct advantage of never running out of ammunition."With that Aunt Dora went and joined my parents, while I watched them.Seeing Mom and Aunt Dora together, it was hard to believe that I'd everthought they could be sisters. Mom had shoulder-length, auburn hair, anda natural tan to her skin. The.