To think he might have to eat them mixed outof a blender did not appeal to him at all. "And what the hell is PrisonLoaf?" he thought.Princess Dee coul... see the question written on Tom's face "Prison Loafmy slave, is a very bland food that meets all the dietary requirementsbut is so terribly unappetizing that prisons use it to punish errantprisoners. Perhaps you can look it up later to see what may await you inthe future?"Tom moaned; even without knowing what it was exactly, he sure did notwant. He felt safe. Safer than she had ever felt with her kin almost.Gradually he remembers that his legs can in fact move and decides to move closer to her, wanting to take in more of her beauty and perhaps do more with her. He does not know if she will simply flee once he moves in closer, so he decides to do so slowly, trying his best not to startle her. She finds it a little strange that someone would move towards her so slowly, but she doesn’t mind. It gives her all the more time to take in his. “How was school, honey?” asked her mother. Sarah smiled and tried to focus on her mother instead of her dirty thoughts.“It was good, I think,” she replied. She looked at her brother briefly and saw that he was still very nervous. “Maybe he’s still thinking about it,” she thought.After dinner, Sarah went to her bathroom to shower. She removed her clothes and saw her dirty panties, which were damp because of how aroused she had felt throughout the day. She slowly washed her body, resisting the. .. the babies ... just EVERYTHING. Liz, I'm so lonely."Cora's face assumed a look of shock as she realized what she'd said. She hadn't meant to say she was lonely.Liz's hands slid over the tabletop and grasped her little sister's. Her eyes were damp, and glistened. "I'd love to talk to you baby. But we have a lot at stake here."Cora suddenly realized that Liz was afraid she would alert the authorities or something ... that everything would come crashing down around their ears.She squeezed her.