But she wasn’t, so there was nothing to prevent her from boring me to death. She had a piece of cheese stuck to the side of her mouth. It was disgus...ing. Ah, here comes the part where I have to respond, there’s a tone, when being talked at that indicates you are expected to say something. So I said ‘Hmm.’ in a deep, somber voice. It worked. She put her hand to her chest, nodded her head significantly, and went on. ‘Yes, you’re quite right or course, he always …’, she continued, and I blocked. Next i broadcasted the mom-son incest video program i got hold of with lot of secret relation between mom and son’, ‘son fathering mother’s child’ etc. My mom got very much interested in the program and she sat for the program. The start of the program showed how god of love kama was the husband of goddess rati from whom kama born again and married his mother. How arjuna was lured to sex by one of the celestial dancer who was actually his mother in relation to him etc. Finally to cap it all it. Mom and I sat in the back seat, while dad drove the car. I just listened to my music and buried my head inside a novel, despite my mother’s protests. The book began dragging a bit, and I started becoming aware of my surroundings. I knew mom and dad were engaging in a conversation, but didn’t give it much heed. After about three hours of traveling, we stopped for tea at a small tea shop. The journey had taken a toll on dad, I could tell. Mom also expressed her concern. I offered to drive, but. She calmly walked up to the couch and grabbed a large handful of Sammy’s blonde hair and pulled her off the couch. Sammy screamed and wailed and swore, trying to fight her off, but Liz was the stronger of the two and easily held her grip as she dragged her back to the bedroom. “Bitch, let me go!” Sammy screamed, but she was immediately silenced as Liz slapped her forcefully across the face, and threw onto the bed. Liz had spent hours prearranging and planning this so Sammy’s bed was ready for.