Since mom would only get dead drunk on the weekends, I was forced to anxiously wait all week for the opportunity to fuck her. Now, I didn’t succeed...every weekend, but I usually would get her sufficiently drunk on either Friday or Saturday night in order to get the job done. I’d particularly perfected the clever technique of slipping a small amount of gin in her drink every time she would be distracted or leave the room. This little trick allowed me to get her dead drunk quicker while she. ” She began.He cut her off. “Not here, not now. Any chance whatever you used to get here could be stolen?”She shook her head. “Not possible. Literally.”“I’ll take your word for it.” He nodded. “Let’s go.”With that, he dragged her back across the city to the docks. Joryndarfil was large enough that it had several major docking areas in the harbor. One section even had locks for dry-docking in the off season. Ellis headed for the main trading docks, where he had a fleet of eleven ships tied to. No matter how hot it got, it was always cool under those trees. Some of them were pecan trees, but most were elm and oak. Those had HUGE acorns on them, and there were lots of squirrels, and foxes. There were more birds than we could count, too. "Chet and Matt built a place that they called a hideout. The took some big cardboard boxes, and made wooden frames for 'em and we went there just to cool off, and play. When we wasn't close to the house we would take our clothes off to make it a little. She had never been able to do what she felt was enough to help Jack. No one in town really could. Jack’s mom didn’t abuse Jack. She was just guilty of not really taking care of him as good as she should have, could have. She fed him and clothed him and she had kept him going to school until he got to old to go anymore. She probably even loved him as much as she was capable of. But she had her booze and her men and she let Jack just wander town way more then he should have been doing..