I forced myself to watch the second DVD, just in case Reggie decided to quiz me on it. I did laundry and cleaned house. I even studied a little. My pa...ents got home at a little after eight and I listened in silence while they talked about their trip. They were still talking about it an hour later when a police detective came to our front door.That's when I learned Marsha went home from my house Saturday, still trying to decide between suicide and running away. But this morning she finally. My dad threatened to beat the shit out ofme. I decided that I did not have to put up with it, so I just leftthe house. I was gone for two days. When I got hungry enough, I wenthome.I went home to a very solemn home indeed.Mom and dad just looked sadly at me. They told me that they had cometo the conclusion, that because of the way that I treated them, that Imust really hate them. I told them that it was stupid to say that, butthey just sadly looked at me, and told me that this is what. I had started to think it was Melony or maybe Jeannie and not some guy after all.But something bothered me, "Not lovers?"Several minutes later, finally, a reply, "Liz is her mothers slave?"I couldn't let that go, of course they were lovers, just look at the photos. "What do you mean?"Nothing.I returned to my home hours late, my schedule had been getting longer lately. At least since Ismail has been sending me the photos. They were not lovers, that did not make sense to me. Liz was her mom's. She moaned softly and nodded. ‘I would like that. On a beach naked in daylight would be even better.’ I angled the boat back out toward the center of the lake. There was not another boat in sight. I eased the throttle back to a fast idle and Helen looked at me questioningly. ‘There’s no one around but us so I thought I’d slow the trip down and make it easier on myself to watch you.’ She whimpered and raked her nails over her mound again. ‘Do you eat pussy?’ She asked in a soft whisper. I.