Sneaking over here at 2 a.m. when she'd finally finished cleaning out the rest of the debris from the now empty shell of a bathroom, she'd stripped of... her filthy clothes with relish, enjoying the way the warm night air felt upon her skin, flexing muscles that she'd forgotten she had as they sent up their protests at the massive amount of work she'd forced upon them these past two weeks.In the moonlight, the pond seemed somewhat surreal. Tiny fireflies sparkled like twinkling Christmas lights. ‘You got it. See you later.’ x-x-x-x Three days later, on a game-free Tuesday night, Brody whistled as he flipped a zucchini pancake over. Mark eyed the contents of the pan warily. ‘What is that?’ ‘A zucchini pancake with angel hair pasta and a few other things. It’s like a frittata.’ Brody sprinkled some salt and pepper on it, flipped it again. ‘How the hell do you come up with stuff like that?’ ‘Saw it in a magazine.’ Brody shrugged. ‘Looked good, thought I’d try it. Come on, when have I. ” Laughed JC. “Its fine, JC.” JC goes into the bathroom and unwraps her wet hair and turns on the hair dryer. As she’s concentrating on her hair, Lem appears in the mirror behind her. “You know, I really like that blonde hair, JC. And the rest of you is pretty damn nice too. Last night was some of the best fuckin I’ve had in a while.” With that, Lem comes up behind JC, reaches around her and unties her robe. He removes the robe from her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor, then starts to. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith."Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper. He turned back to me. His cock swung like a baseball bat. I dodged away."Pray to me, Mom. It'll be good practice for when you really are my slave." He slapped me. "But never, EVER, say 'father'!"His attack stunned me long enough to find my son's prick plunging once more into my mouth, his hands pressing the back of my head. This time he had betrayed God. That hurt more than his.